Needlessly Complicated, Really!

2 years have passed!!??!

2011-06-14T12:34:00.002+08:00

WOWWWWWWW...

It's been a WHILE!

So I am thinking of writing again, but it's been so long that I have forgotten everything - seriously, I even forgot the password.. And had to reset, and the funniest bit was the secret question.. That threw me off.. And to tell you the truth, I chuckled a little, hmm, things HAS changed indeed.

My questions are....

1. Should I continue using this same blog, or start over a new one?
2. How the heck do I blog from an iPad (testing this as we speak)??
3. Re connect with my other fellow bloggers??????

In the hopes to kick start this again, I AM BACCKKKKK people!!

Savvy????

-L

Love

2009-05-14T23:57:00.002+08:00

People dive into blow holes, jump from a speeding boat to water planes, run miles on end, jump off a cliff and learn how to tango.

For love.

Some people don't.

Sometimes in life and love, you don't get what you want but it doesn't mean you don't deserve them.

We all dream of that one person that'll do anything and everything for you, because of you. And you would be the reason for all that is great in him, and only bring out the best in him.

I'm a hopeless romantic, emotionally high maintenance and fiercely loyal to those who has my trust.

And I know one day, someone will also say to me that famous line from As Good As It Gets, (or something along that line..)

"I might be the only person on the face of the earth that knows you're the greatest woman on earth. I might be the only one who appreciates how amazing you are in every single thing that you do, and how you say what you mean, and how you almost always mean something that's all about being straight and good. I think most people miss that about you, and I watch them, wondering how they can watch you pass by and never get that they just met the greatest woman alive.."

This is a new stage in my life. There won't be people jumping off a ship after me nor will there be anyone who would run into a burning building for me. There is no more love. I have to accept that. But, I will always have the type of love that will come to you when you feel all is hopeless, or when you sob yourself over something that hurts so bad.

And for that I'm grateful.

And for that I still believe in love..

-L

What are you ready for?

2009-05-12T00:21:00.002+08:00

I am ready for a holiday.

I definitely deserve it. I'm thinking, sun, sand, waves, palm trees, oversized sunglass (done!), large brimmed straw hat (check!). Maybe Pangkor Laut again.. or maybe Langkawi. Ni-mu in tow of course.

Things have been so hectic lately, that this dream of holidaying will have to take a backseat for now. I guess I can still look good with oversized sunglasses and large brimmed straw hat at the apartment's pool ..

I should start looking for a swimsuit.

-so-not-bikini-ready-L

A wish was all it took.

2009-05-10T00:29:00.003+08:00

She snores.. and I don't mind it a bit.

She's my sunshine, every little bit of her has me written all over it. The way she articulate herself, her love for japanese food, her expressions.. But what I'm most proud of her is the strength she has. So strong, she keeps me from falling apart.

I wonder if my mom looks at me and feel the same way. Of course we've had our differences, and lately I do feel like I have failed her, and wondered if I have failed my little mini me.

Just as she was falling asleep, she said,"Happy Mother's Day Mum.. I love you..", I knew I have not failed her.. and with that I knew instinctively that when I said "Happy Mother's Day Mummy!", just now over dinner that I have not failed my mom too.

Happy Mothers Day! I am me because of you.

-mummy-L

Good news, bad news

2009-04-22T22:54:00.003+08:00

The thing with bad news - good news is, you always have to choose which one you would want to hear first.

Sometimes I wish I don't have to choose between the two. But life's like that, right? In fact, Life's all about the good, the bad and the ugly. So I guess I may as well brace myself for whatever comes next.

So f*^k the bad news..

Am moving forward. Straight to the fridge first..

-L

Not so SUNny Day

2009-04-05T21:34:00.002+08:00

Sometimes Sunday can be a not so "sunny" day..

Sometimes it's dark..
Sometimes it rains..
Sometimes you're alone..

Sometimes you're just angry..
Sometimes you're just weepy..
Sometimes ..

Well, sometimes you just can't finish what you started and that makes me mad and sad.

-L

So near yet so far

2009-03-03T01:10:00.002+08:00

Jason is coming.. and yours truly have not made any progress in getting the tickets.. Life's been complicated. Not just "needlessly complicated".. really, truly complicated. So many balls in the air, and I know one of them is going to drop very soon.. That's life.

So I am crossing my fingers and toes that I'd be able to get to see Mr. Mraz.. And if I can be so bold.. I'd ask him to hold my heart in his hand... Well, we all know that's not going to happen since it will mean instantaneous death.. and however complicated it is, my life is all I have and I ain't gonna waste it!

-strong-but-needy-L

Yoohoooo Frank!

2009-01-04T23:36:00.002+08:00

The tailored black suit.
The sleek black Audi.
The non-chalant fighting skills.
The clean, crisp white shirt.
And the body underneath.

Delicious.

What are the odds of finding a guy called Frank who drives a bad ass Audi here?

Probably none.

There might just be a Frankie, though...

-i-want-to-be-transported-L

Hello '09!

2009-01-01T23:23:00.002+08:00

The first day of 2009. Wow. It's finally here. I'm a little embarassed to say this but I bought my '09 planner in October, and was looking forward to jotting down many appointments and schedules.. So far, I only have a trip to Bandung penned in.

I ended '08 grooving to Mama Mia!.. and started '09 in high def.. via Blue Ray, plenty of fireworks, from here to "Klang" (according to Entrepreneurina) thanks to Mr. & Mrs Shell kind invitation. Lunch was surprisingly pleasant and a cosy dinner for three. An email saying my team has hit last year's sales projection.. Positive bank balance (albeit not so healthy..), my "Benefit a.k.a Dr Becky" project still going strong..

So far so good. And now, to fill my cute little planner up.. Lunch, anyone?

-Rah!-Rah!-L

You jump, I jump, right?

2008-12-29T22:15:00.003+08:00

A couple of nights ago, I saw Titanic, yes, the movie.. with that haunting song that goes on and on.

That was my second time watching it. And I remembered exactly who I watched it with the first time around, and more importantly who I was as I sat there telling myself that I too will find somebody who will jump, if I jump.

Bollocks.. I know.. but I was a wide eyed girl who's heart just got broken to pieces then. I desperately wanted to believe that Titanic love IS out there, and that my Leonardo WILL find me as I look out to the world looking lost and forlorn.

Now, 11 years later, I'm a different person, but as I watched the old lady telling her tale all over again, I'm reminded of something I've forgotten for a very long time. And I must never forget it again.

-on-the-trampoline-of-life-L

What I want for Christmas..

2008-12-22T17:15:00.003+08:00

Dear Santa,

I've been a good girl this year. Very good indeed.

Earlier, via my usual good thoughts chanelling session, I've sent you a list of what I really.. really want for Christmas. If those are too much to ask, I will be happy with just request #3.

Thanking you in advance,
Good-L, not to be confused with goodie-goodie-L

Book number #2

2008-11-29T22:55:00.003+08:00

I am in the middle of reading another book. Yes. Slowly but surely, I'm reading the books that was bought perhaps years ago.

As I mentioned in a previous entry, The Kite Runner was fabulous.. (and so was the movie).. cried loads, of course.

And now I am reading Eat. Pray. Love (again, finally!!!) . I'm only half way through but I can't help but wonder if all Liz's in the world have conversations with themselves in their head.. because I certainly do..

CBF (that's Chief Baker Fairy) asked me a couple of days ago if I had read it, and I said no.. but I have it.. and so here I am reading it.. It's like reading a a transcript of what goes on in this streaked head of mine. I am still on the first part of the book, Italy.. and she's making me hungry for pizza..and take up Italian language so I can do tandem conversation exchange with Italian men...

But most importantly, it reminded me of the great times I had while I was there, years ago.. walking hand in hand, talking, watching the countless fontanas, taking beautiful pictures and eating all those wonderful gelatos.

-bookie-L

Yooo Hoooo... Where are you?

2008-11-26T21:09:00.003+08:00

I'm losing my mind..

Where's that thing that makes my cheek glow? My lips moist and plump..? My eyes sparkle..?

It's all gone missing..

Where are you my dear?

Where's my freaking make up pouch???????!!!!!

-plain-L

Happy Birthday Sayang

2008-11-25T16:33:00.004+08:00

Little Ni-Mu is 3!!! Threeeeeeee!! Wheeeee!!!

Jumping up and down the trampoline.

Running around the obstacle course game.

Blowing her candles.

Eating the icing off the Princess cake.

Jumping up and down the trampoline.

Showing off her sticker tattoos.

I am so proud of her, I can burst! And I love her so much.
And you know what else 23rd November marks?
My 3rd year of motherhood. I wouldn't trade it for anything else..

-Mummy-Mama-L

Life's a bitch

2008-11-12T21:06:00.005+08:00

AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaarrrRRRRRRRRrgggggggggggGGGGGggggHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..

There are times when you just want to scream but can't.. Throw things, but you stop yourself, because you know you're the one who has to clean it up, so you stop yourself. And you ask yourself over and over again why you feel the way you do? Feeling like your chest is going to explode because you just don't know what to do... Above all, you feel invisible.. that even if you scream from the top of your lungs, no one can hear you.. or worse, no one wants to hear you..

Of course, the kitchen is in a mess, the laundry bag is full, there's still water leaking in the guest toilet .. and there's no room for you on the sofa.

I. Am. You.

My Merry Life

2008-11-10T23:56:00.004+08:00

My Ni-Mu, who's going to be three in a couple of weeks makes a lot of logic with her toddler talk, than most adults. It's no wonder she's now my confidante.

Yesterday, when I introduced her to a dear friend who's leaving her past behind to start a fresh new life continents away, I said, "This is aunty Yants, she's getting married .. Do you know what getting married is?"

Yes...

It's like a Merry Go Round..

Brilliant logic. My Child is a genius. It's very much like a Merry Go Round, no? You go round and round in a circle with plenty of ups and downs thrown in for good measure.

-round-and-round-L

In the still of the night..

2008-11-05T23:32:00.002+08:00

Hang on, help is on the way, stay strong
Hold your own, know your name and go your own way
And everything will be fine..

Croons Jason Mraz, as I stare into the darkness of the room.

So I channelled him, and in my mind we were sitting across each other, the room flickered with that lavender scented candle.

Why do we keep on paving over paradise? Because we’re only human, he said
Why do I have to go to the toilet so often? You have weak bladder, hon...
Can I have a hug? You don’t have to ask, hon..
I'm so tired.. Come rest with me, hon..

That wasn't so hard.. I should do this more often..

I think I'm in love with my iLuv, help!

-L

Worthy of a note..

2008-11-02T20:17:00.000+08:00

Please take note of the following -

1. If you’re the type that cries at weddings, or sensitive (tak tentu pasal) do NOT watch p.s I Love You, alone.

2. If you have lost faith in Tom Cruise, do watch Tropic Thunder. Tom, I never knew you had it in ya!

3. If you bump into someone who makes your skin crawl.. who then asks for your number, look them straight in their eyes and say, “No, I don’t want to give my number to you..” . It is surprisingly liberating! *Hurrah for me… I actually did this last week!*

4. Do sing and dance to Mamma Mia the movie. I am willing to go with anybody out there who has an extra ticket to the show. Will pay for it. For guys – I am delicious and will not disappoint as a date, no strings attached (Bonus!). For girls – I am delicious and am a hoot.. (not to be confused with hooters..)

-delicious-hoot-mama-L

You know your trip will be great when..

2008-10-30T16:15:00.002+08:00

.. You have a great lunch, get on the ERL train on time and no lines as you check in for your flight.

Flight was on time, and you have the whole row to yourself. Walk straight out of the customs into a white Mercedes Benz taxi and no traffic going to the hotel.

Looking fabulous in your heels (even after being in them since lunch) and sat on the front row of the fall/winter jewelry fashion show.

Positive feedbacks from your client even when everyone else is talking doom and gloom, healthy snacks with new found friends as you wait for your old dear friend to come over.

And he picks you up in his swanky Porsche, takes you to a nice collonial bungalow restaurant cum bar, talking and laughing as we catch up with each others lives.

Thank you for a wonderful yesterday, still riding high today, and looking forward to a better tomorrow!

-and-now-hunting-for-that-elusive-black-pumps-L

I'm a machine.. A bleeping machine..

2008-10-18T22:06:00.003+08:00

I've been doing a lot of girlie things with the little princess.. And I have to say when it comes to going out shopping, Ni-Mu is a pro, as expected. She IS my little girl.

So on Thursday night, I realized that we were running low on milk so of course, I've decided to make a girlie night out. A little window shopping, a nice dinner and of course, a trip to the supermarket. Somewhere between the meat deli and the Japanese food section, Ni-Mu came up to me

Mama..I farted... *giggles*.

Baby, you don't have to announce it to everyone.. okay..

Uncle Zaki says I'm a fart-machine .. *still giggling*

Okay..*rolling eyes*.. great, I thought.. the one thing he says that actually sticks on her mind is that..
No, baby.. please don't say that.. you are NOT a fart-machine *hushed voice*

Yeah.. I'm not a fart-machine.. You're the fart-machine, mama..yoU'RE THE FART-MACHINE.. YOU'RE THE FART-MACHINE..HAHAHA.. MAMA.. YOU'RE THE FART MACHINE.. MAMA'S THE FART-MACHINE!

*horror! horror* while trying to shush her down.

The thing is, she's not even 3 yet, so you can imagine her enunciation of fart, sounds more like the dreaded 4 letter word.. YES, that f*#king 4 letter word.

And in as much as I received appreciative glances from the deli guy and some guy who was reaching out for chilli flakes.. I totally wanted to dive into freezer. Of course, that was not possible, so I just grabbed Ni-Mu, plonked her on the cart, and went straight to the cashier.

Yes, I was mortified. No, I didn't get any number. Am I a *bleep* machine? Ahhahahaaa.. what do you think?

-t-not-k-L

Are you alive Romance?

2008-10-13T00:30:00.002+08:00

So, what do you do when you have a gazillionaire boyfriend, who stocks up a walk in closet (which used to be his library) with Jimmy Choos and rows and rows of haute couture? You count your blessing. Of course, this was a scene from Lipstick Jungle.. but for a moment I imagined what it would be like to be that girl. Argh! And now, he's schmoozing and dancing with her while a guy plays the piano and a wonderfully voiced lady sings.

We mere mortals may not have that kind of romance, but I see them around me. The Geek and Chief Baker Fairy walks hand in hand after supper; my mum and dad tasting food and telling each other what each other should eat and which ones to avoid; a friend getting excited on fb about his date with his wife...

Romance is not dead.

As long as people know that some things are important enough not to let go, romance will stay alive. And I shall leave it at that.

-L

The B's are now 3..

2008-10-04T16:56:00.003+08:00

In the Land Beneath the Wind, a baby is born, and she will bring so much joy to one of my favorite couple..

I remember when Ni-Mu came into our life. She was perfect. My pride and joy, our Ice Age baby.

It's coming close to three years now. So many milestones ..

The heaven has opened up, and I can feel myself getting drenched. I better take the laundry in.

There'll be plenty of laundry to be done for Mr. and Mrs. B from now on. Of little sleepsuits and whatnots.. Congratulations my dears.. Can't wait to see the little one.

-aunty-L

Chiffon and Wax CAN make a girl happy..

2008-09-29T23:49:00.002+08:00

Never underestimate the power of Hari Raya last minute prep.

The raya songs.. the right mood... the stars all lined up perfect. And in between I had a man working on toes... Aya - Caramba!

The damage? 650 ringgit! Thanks to Chief Baker Fairy..... 45 ringgit pedi, my *ss... Fairies are such unpredictable creatures!

What I got - Chiffon baju kurung with green and yellow batik motive, a "very me" short dress (typical me.. got distracted and succumbed to the fashionista side of moi), a charming necklace and happy shiny feet (previously wrapped in a layer of warm wax... mmmmmm... delicious).

And even managed to close my $150K deal over the phone. Dayymmnnn, I'm super efficient today. Totally lived up to my CFF persona.

And to think, there's still one more day till Raya...

Selamat Hari Raya all and Maaf Zahir Batin. And to all my friends, you are all I could wish for and more. Thank you and let's stuff ourselves silly with coffee kisses first raya night at my place... BYO coffee kisses.. I may not be inclined to share mine....

-raya-ya-ya-ya!-L

What happens in Vegas..

2008-09-23T00:44:00.004+08:00

Doesn't necessarily stay in Vegas..

The Sin City has been good to me. I came back with a realization that I am who I am, and more importantly, what I want in life.

To many, I have it all. I don't, far from it..

I am smart, intelligent, beautiful (on the inside, at least), carry myself well, a cosy home, supportive family and a whole bunch of wonderful friends. The thing is, when we DO have it all, then theoretically we are done in our journey of life. And once we're done, then we stop growing.. and you guys know what it means when we stop growing? We begin to die. I don't want to die, metaphorically speaking, of course.

Didn't mean to sound like an unqualified life guru, but seeing Anthony Robbins on that fateful Tuesday morning was something else. Although my experience was nothing like that movie where Jeff Black saw the beauty within Gwyneth Paltrow (who had to wear a fat suit..). That morning, he spoke for close to three hours, and I listened.. really listened. All I know is that I want to keep on growing. Even when it feels like death, I never want to let my being die. I won't. I can't.

I also learned another thing, in a world where everyone strives to be a CEO, or a COO or a CFO. I now know that I want to be a CFF. I want to be a CFF! That's Chief Fun Fairy. That's right .. I want to be Chief Fun Fairy of my own life, folks. Thanks to a hyper fun cheerful Aussie named Amanda Gore.

I'll leave all the smart quotes to the CEO, which may go something like the following,

"To me, success is built on honesty, integrity and a person's own initiative to succeed. Personally, having the right attitude is always important in the pursuit of happiness and excellence. My current aim in life is to work hard and play hard. I intend to not leave any stone un-turned to progress in my career. I also believe, while enjoying a successful career, I'd like to ensure that I am able to enjoy my life and my family..."

I'll be the one waving my imaginary magic wand *bbrrriing* -ing all the bad thoughts away and putting back sparkles in the people in my life, and most importantly, myself. I'll make my wishes and dreams come true. And if someone out there keeps on *pffooff* -ing on me.. they'll just have to stay out of my life. No one's *pfoof*ing on my life.. Not on my watch.

Walk the walk, baby.

Out with the bad and ugly, and in with the nice and beautiful.

And if I slip, I'll get right back on the saddle. I promise.

-scared-shitless-but-determined-L

That grey striped cat.

2008-09-11T23:48:00.003+08:00

The sky is clear tonight. I can see the whole KL skyline from where I am, minus the twin towers, which is blocked by the hills where a whole bunch of army families calls home.

And I am staring at the cat. Ni-Mu's motorised toy cat. It walks and meows, but alas, now no more.

It's silent, but it didn't pass on, after all, it is a toy.

Tried changing batteries, but still, nothing.

I wish it could talk and tell me whether it misses walking and meowing, to hear the laughter again. Make Ni-Mu feel that she has a real cat. See my elation as Ni-Mu jumps up and down, screaming, "Look Mum, my cat!". But it can't.

Tried to fix it, but I am hopeless. I'm not an electrician, nor am I Handy Schmanny. I can only love, but for the broken toy, the concept may just be an alien one. I'm not saying that the cat is devoid of love, when it first came into our lives... It has brought many happiness. And happiness is love, no?

But even it its stillness, it brings joy to Ni-Mu. She'd cuddle it, brush it... even do a medical check up on it. And just like that, it can make me smile too. Sometimes, she'd take the cat to sleep with her. But not tonight.

Tonight, it's staring at me. As if to say, "You did this.. You broke me" . And I stared back. No, I didn't break you.. I've always been careful. Or have I?

I wish it could just tell me why it fell silent.
I wish it would fix itself.
I wish it is as easy as changing the batteries.
I wished many things.

But it is still staring at me.

In a telepathic manner, I send a magical thought and wished out loud, "Meeska Mooska Mickey Mouse!" and "Abracadabra!" and "Hocus Pocus!"

Was that a smile I see?

I am officially nuts. I'm writing about a toy cat. Go figure.

A million things to do, and I'm hung over a cat. A toy one.

I need a miracle. Or maybe a toy clinic. Or Handy Schmanny.

-catless-L

A letter for Mr. AZ

2008-09-06T23:44:00.002+08:00

Dear Jason,

You don't know me and I don't know you, but still here I am, writing to you.

I think you're amazing, funny and downright genius.

Okay, this part is probably borderline creepy, but what the heck, you'll probably won't read this.. I actually do believe you're mine, after all I have heard you say it to me a gazillion times over. I also do believe that we're both lucky to be in love with each other and that we're best friends (again, we say it to each other all the time in the car... who cares about that other girl who keeps chirping in..). And for sharing your love for a child, I can't thank you enough...

You make me smile, laugh, cry. What was born from your moments of self realization, self empowerment and self improvement has brought so much clarity to me.

So my dear Jason, I hope that we will meet someday, so we can sing, dance and perhaps even steal things..

Your Beautiful Mess,
L

Lucky..

2008-08-13T22:34:00.002+08:00

I'm trying to be positive..

It's not new, for sure, in fact I try to "think" it all the time. But sometimes, I slip.

It's hard you know?

I slipped big time this morning. Ni-Mu, being in her terrible two going to terrible three stage, did something and I just slumped and cried. Overwhelmed, I sobbed on the bed. I felt so helpless. She saw me crying and climbed on the bed and curled right next to me, and said " don't cry mama... don't cry..". I must have done something right, I thought.

Then I realized how lucky I am to have her.. my little monster (formerly known as Nipple Mutilator).. my little rock... alright, more like a cute little pebble.. but a rock in every sense. And I know, everything's going to be fine.

After all, I AM big on crying.. for goodness sake, I cried during Carrie Bradshaw's Bridal Couture photo shoot in SATC the Movie!

And talking about lucky.. I am also big on that Jason Mraz and Colbie Callait duet! I swear, one of these days I will sing that song with that singingdork888 on youtube.

-lucky-L

I finally did it!

2008-07-03T22:59:00.002+08:00

For those who don't know, I love reading... I mean, lurrrvvvee reading.

I remembered how when I was a little girl, my dad bought a set of children's encyclopaedia, and I would read it from cover to cover. Literally. That was how I found out that 1,2,3.. is not the only way of characterising numbers. I recall asking my mum what does MCMXIIV stands for since I couldn't make sense of the spelling. I think she just shrugged it off and told me, "entah.. macam-macam? sebab buku tu ada macam-macam? shira-nai wa .. gomen-ne?".. Yes.. my mum's funny that way.

At one point, my dad actually raised his voice and said, "SUDAHHHH.. Jangan asyik nak baca je.. Tidur! And I took out the batteries from the torchlight! GO TO SLEEP".

By eight, I had moved on to the red encyclopaedia volumes.. I still remember the smell.

But eversince little Ni-Mu was born. I can't seem to really finish a book properly, or even magazines.. (okay, maybe I did finish some goss-trash mags). Everything's kind of blurry.. And I have to question myself everytime I looked at the bounded little treasure, what the heck was that book all about again? And untill today, I've never really finished The Secret. Maybe that's why I'm so lost. Yeah, rright..

Today is different. Somehow, I've reconnected mith my long lost passion. I finished, truly finished a book. I truly felt I was there, in the pages, angry, betrayed, happy, even suffocated at times, tasted and smelled everything, every word. Tears rolled many times over (I do hope by now, I'm a sensitive soul).

The book's been out since 2003, and has even been made into a movie, and the book's sequel is already out last year. I finished it just now. And no question, I loved it. And I can't imagine how the movie is like, eventhough I heard it's really good. Just how do you translate those wonderful collection of words on to a screen? But since Madam GM cried her eyes out watching it, I guess it did justice to the book. She's a real toughie, and she bawled her eyes out. Somewhere, a stewardess is telling a story on how she had to serve food to a woman with air mata meleleh..

The Kite Runner. Go read it if you haven't.

-Hazara-L

I blinked and missed the light saber...

2008-07-01T16:59:00.002+08:00

Let me tell you about the most expensive movie I've ever watched.

Drove all the way to the spotless island, braved the long Q at the customs checkpoint... all for a movie.. (okay, okay.. I did manage to squeeze in some quality family time with the birds...)

Sex and The City..

There we were, all dressed in our no nonsense mom-on-holiday bajus.. (meaning easy to pack and no frills shoes). No Manolo's, no fancy summer dress, no oversized clutch. Just me and Brave Lawyer Gal, giddily making our way to the movie theatre, leaving our kids to the mercy of their fathers...

We cried, we laughed, those witty lines...we oohed and aahed over the clothes, bags and shoes..

We drooled over Samantha's hot next door neighbour who always seems to be getting it on..

And I missed the big full frontal!
F**K.. f**kety F**K

And now, I can't wait to watch it again with my gal-pals... I don't care, this time I'll dress up, wear my pointiest heels.. and maybe, just maybe get a whole new outfit.. even if all the sex scenes are cut out, I'll still have those beautiful outfits splashed across the big screen.

-in-search-of-gladiator-heels-L

What's been up?

2008-04-29T16:08:00.002+08:00

.. For those who actually wants to know..

- Caught up with the latest in the HQ, with The Grinder, who was just here last week. Things are getting very political apparently. And he noted that I should be very wary of one of colleaques, "he's the closest you can get to the Talented Mr. Ripley", Grinder warned. I expected that, what with him steamrolling me on his last visit here. Mr. Ripley (is what I'm calling him from now on..) is in for a ride of his life if he wants to play this game with me.. I'm a fireball, don'cha know???

- Potty training Ni-Mu. Yes, imagine the fireball wiping the pee trail off the carpet, floor, etc. This is probably the main reason for my absence.

- Been trying to practise yoga breathing and "stillness of mind". Impossible task, especially when one have to deal with Mr. Ripley and Pee-trailing Ni-Mu. And top it all with, me feeling kecik-hati because Homer has lost his wedding band.

I might just gobble down another cupcake. Compliments of the gracious Super Lawyer Mom. I can gobble it down, right?

-gobble-gobble-L

Brroaarrrrrrrrr!

2008-04-02T16:07:00.002+08:00

Rain.. rain.. go away
Come again another day
Little L wants to play
Rain.. rain.. go away

Wowser... it's really pouring now.

-catty-and-doggy-L

Meeooowwwwrrrr

2008-03-19T18:31:00.002+08:00

I think the city of Kuching has something against me.

I'm racking my brain as to whether I went out with any Sarawakian during my carefree days.. Did I unceremoniously dump anybody who hails from Bumi Kenyalang?

I went through a nightmare to get here, and now my return flight has been delayed.

I'm pretty sure I didn't, so perhaps the stars were not properly aligned.

Arghhh! I believe I just heard an announcement on a further delay to my flight! I cannot believe this!!!

Let me go, Kuching, you have to let me goooo....

-purr-purr-L

Stepping out in style

2008-03-11T00:56:00.003+08:00

Everyone's talking about it.. what else, what I wore on E-day.

First and foremost, I was decent.

Oversized white shirt - So I won't be the talk of the Polling Station.

Chocolate tights - So I can stay true to my yumminess.

Gold peep toe wedge - So I'll have that extra 3 inches.

(OOooo the description above applies to all of us on so many levels!)

We all know what the outcome is. I am proud of my fellow Malaysians! You wanted your voice to be heard, and you made it happen. And now it's all about stepping out in style (now that I've gotten my E-day outfit drama behind me).

I'm talking about stepping out from yourselves and do your thing. Keep reminding yourselves why, you are where you are, both who made it in and got ousted.

So what have we learned?

You can still be chic on E-Day, eventhough you're voting in a Islamic school

and

Never underestimate the power of tights or the power of the people.

-now-the-real-work-begins-L

What to do..

2008-03-04T15:49:00.003+08:00

Decisions.. decisions..

Yes, its that time again.. Election!

Whilst other people battle on which candidate to vote for, I have another dilemma to add to the impending E-Day.

What to wear.

Yes, you heard me right, what should I wear? It's not that I don't care about the political or moral standings of the candidates. I do. After all, I did major in Political Science. I can go on for hours talking about the state of our political scene. But this blog, in all seriousness, is about things which are needlessly complicated, right?

So I found out that I'll be voting in an Islamic school, and the first thing that came to mind is whether I should be wearing a headscarf or not, to which my dad said, "were you planning to wear a swimsuit? baju biasa je laaaaaa.."

But which baju biasa?????

-i-should-not get-a-new-outfit-L

Dear John...ny

2008-02-25T23:16:00.003+08:00

Dear Johnny,

My heart skipped a beat when I saw you last night, even after all these years...

You look great. I'm sorry you didn't win anything, but I need you to know I was rooting for you.

Can you hear me Johnny?

_______________________________________________________________________________________

Mr. Depp. He's gorgeous, has a dark sense of humor and appparently sings too.
I'd do him.

-give-me-a-statue-L

I have my blonde moments..

2008-02-20T16:33:00.002+08:00

But I'm not stupid..

I hate it when people think I can be steam rolled.

I may read glossy fashion and gossip magazines, but I've done my fair share of Robb Report and Fortune.

I have read the whole Shopaholic saga, but I have also dissected J S Mill's On Liberty.

I know the difference between Clogs and COGS.

Don't you just hate it when people think they've outsmarted you..

-rrrooaaarrrrr-L

Pit.. not to be confused with Pitt.

2008-02-16T00:17:00.004+08:00

I find one particular deodorant ad .. ahem .. weirdly funny

Recap.

Which part of my body do you love (or was it like?) most?
Here? *girl shows off her long smooth legs*
Here? *fairy hands motion*

(In a deeply disturbing low manly voice)
You know which one... *close up to girl's dry/hair free/perfect armpit*

Okay. Pleeeaaasseeee tell me I'm not alone here.. It's weird, right?

Okay-okay. I have to confess, I did come across (fine.. dated..) a guy, who would've thought the ad was perfectly normal. It freaked me out.. but I thought, hey if he can love my imperfect "underarms", he can handle anything.. turns out he could.. in fact, he HANDLED everyone. More reason for me to say,"EEYYYYWWWWWWW!"

Okay-okay-okay. TMI.

-normal-regular-L

A bug slipped in between the cracks..

2008-02-04T16:40:00.000+08:00

O God O God O God O God...

I just saw a tiny bug on the keyboard and tried to flick it away, but the critter has slipped in between D and C.

Shitters!

What do I do?

I'm praying that it will die and my laptop will be (ugh) its final resting place..

Do you think this can be the downfall of my new laptop?

O God.. A bug (literally) is messing with my PC.. HAAAALLLUP!!!!!

-why-me-L

First for the year...

2008-01-28T22:19:00.000+08:00

Can you believe it's the end of January.. .

The first month of this new year is coming to a close and I am only now writing my first entry for the year 2008. WOW... I AM THAT BUSY.

Achievements so far -

1. Getting enough stamps from Starbucks and got myself the 2008 diary.
2. Twisted my way into getting a new laptop.. (yes, my first entry from my new laptop).. Nothing fancy, just good ol' Dell.
3. Closing half of my target for the year for one of my clients.. (yay!)

Setback -

1. Failing to keep my "intended minimum" bank balance..
2. Home is becoming more cramped with toys, documents and unread books.

Things to look forward to -

1. Becoming the best I can be.
2. Microsoft Vista
3. Becoming President of Urekalabs (Homer, you do know I'll never let this go down, right?)

-first-for-year-L

Highlights and Lowlights

2007-12-27T00:08:00.000+08:00

.. Nope, I'm not talking about my hair..
Just the regular roundup of the year that is (soon to be was) 2007

Laugh out loud moment
- Ni-Mu wanting to brush my hair down there with her toothbrush.

Proudest moment
- Ni-Mu saying out loud repeatedly, "..mmmmm, so i-cious!" while having her carbonara, which I made from scratch.

Victoria Beckham moment
- That superb photo at HK Disneyland!

Blood curling moments
- Telling somebody that trust can only be gained.

Momentums that just don't quit
- Fabulous friends, my terrible two monsterina, the much too real Homer and all those wonderful outfits!

Longest 6 hours of my life
- Daddy dearest undergoing heart bypass

And for all those in between moments that makes this life what it is and who I am today. I salute you.

We'll have more respect for each other next year, I promise.

-tired-but-never-out-L

What I want for Christmas..

2007-12-12T16:22:00.000+08:00

I desperately need a new laptop.

And I am due for a new one from my company, but then, that means I have to make a trip to HK and face the boss. Yikes! Am not sure if I'm ready for that. I guess I can wait till next year. Or perhaps I can ask whether I can just get a new one here and get them to pay for it later...

So anyways... here I am..back to the old "office".. Starbucks . And I'm stuck with a laptop that constantly needs to be connected to the powerline. Argh!!!!!

Looking around, I have the most pathetic laptop.

I desperately need a new laptop. That's it, I'm writing a mail to my boss.

-kuno-laptop-L

The price for vanity

2007-12-05T10:46:00.000+08:00

Nobody to blame except oneself.

Example-

My skin was perfect the way it was, it's tough yet break-out free, not blemish free and perhaps the pores would be better off if it shrinks a little, but like I said, problem free. In fact I just use over the counter facial wash.. no toner, and some sunscreen.

..and then I decided to try SKII, skin was perhaps slightly better (slightly more work though.. toning, essence and all..) After that , got suckered into a year long program of facials and of course new facial products from the salon. Still, skin was perfectly fine.

Now that I'm done with my "facial program", I decided to go back to SKII. After all, my skin was alright when I used it.

RIGHT?

NO!

I present redness-with-extra-dry-flaky-skin-L

So according to the ladies at the counter, my skin's PH has changed since the last time I used their products and has become very dry, hence the sensitivity. For their products to work its magic... I just have to keep on course (minus the toner and some other stuff) and let the dry skin die and fluff out.

So, until Friday, I will be a humanoid lobster face, with some flakiness. Sans make up. *aiiieeeeee*

Ni yang orang kata, masalah cari sendiri.

-yummy-lobster-L

Keeping Fit.. My way

2007-11-12T10:53:00.000+08:00

- Run around the house, chasing a naked little girl who has managed to take off her pyjamas and diapers, all by herself.

- Put dirty clothes in the washer, while keeping an eye on naked chick.

- Fight off a clingy naked toddler while trying to find the used diaper that is nowhere in sight.

- Play "aeroplane" and then using your legs as a platform, re-enact plane taking off and landing down, still with the naked girl, while lying on your back... (okay, it's difficult to explain, but trust me, it does wonders to thigh and stomach muscles)

- Bending over many times to check whether there's been any "accidents". This is done while the naked toddler is clawing and screaming her head off. I never knew I was that flexible.

- Hang laundry to dry, while keeping an eye on the still naked chick.

- Some stretching exercise is squeezed in during bath time, cleaning a toddler is no easy task.

- Eat a simple lunch which consists of boiled broccoli and some rice, which is all the little girl wants to eat for now.

-half-a-day-in-my-life-L

How many cards did you get?

2007-10-29T12:41:00.000+08:00

Remember when we're (a lot) younger, and getting raya cards were all the rage? With all those pantuns like

Pecah kaca, pecah gelas

Sudah baca, harap balas

Gone are the days.

For this Raya, I received a total of 5 cards, two of them were jointly named between me and Homer, the other three .... well the other three is a bit scary considering that it was addressed especially for me, at my parent's home, with the stamp ripped off ..

Signed....

Salam Perjuangan, (with photos)
YAB Tuan Guru Dato' Nik Abdul Aziz Nik Mat
YB Dato' Seri Tuan Guru Hj. Abdul Hadi Awang

Parti Islam SeMalaysia (PAS)

Three raya cards, from PAS... hand delivered to my old address!

Even my dad was amused.

Should I be scared? For now, I'll stick with being blessed.. that at least, someone thought of me.. in a "greeting card" way.

-give-Islam-a-chance-L

Eid is upon us!

2007-10-12T13:59:00.000+08:00

Selaaaammmaaattt Haaarrrrriii Raaayyyyyaaaaaa....

Taram tum tum tum tum tarra tum.....

Just be glad you all didn't have to hear me singing ..

May all be well and happy during this blessed Eid. Raya money for lil' Ni-Mu is most welcomed...

-yum-yum-lemang-L

Short.. shorter...

2007-10-05T16:19:00.000+08:00

So I made another trip to see Mr. Ninen yesterday.

The hair's shorter now.

But still nowhere close to V.Beckham's style. I guess I need some collagen injected on my lips and lose another 5 kilos before that can happen.

The Vain Pot that I am, (glancing sideways to see reflection on mirror) this hairstyle reminds me a lot of me 6 years ago.... when Homer will do just anything I tell him to. Based on last night, this hairstyle doesn't do that anymore. Obviously, he was on the "I'm wooing you" stage, and now that we're on the "I think I have you" stage... emphasis on the "think"..

Selamat Berbuka everybody!

-light-and-easy-L

In your Face!!!

2007-10-02T00:09:00.000+08:00

I've been turned turned into a zombie, given hot coco for sahur, received and bought designer bags and got into trouble over sticky notes.....

Yes, I have finally made my entrance in facebook.

I don't know what took me so long...

Oh I forgot..

1. I DO have a job
2. I AM a supermom
3. And this new hairstyle needs a LOT MORE attention.

Can't really do much with #1 and #2, but I sure as hell can do something about #3... *gasp* watcha think???

-have-no-time-for-facials-L

A Grim Reminder

2007-09-24T09:45:00.000+08:00

BLG sent this link to me..

http://nurinjazlin.blogspot.com/

It pains my whole being.
I'm not sure whether my lungs are expanding or crushing, so hard to breathe.
And everything turns a little bleary.
Every single time I read or hear about this little girl.

I cannot begin to imagine what the family is going through.

"This too shall pass" has no meaning in this context.

The monster is still at large. I wish for it to be caught, and then die a thousand deaths. Burn in hell for eternity.

-enraged-L

The Marrying kind.

2007-09-20T12:43:00.001+08:00

So I came across this in my email, and not wanting to sound too much like Oprah (but already beginning to..) decided to put it up here.. have a read and let's analyze together.. ala Dr. Phil.. shall we?

DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON?

During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question.

She said, "How do I know if I married the right person?"

I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said,

"It depends. Is that your husband?"

In all seriousness, she answered "How do you know?"

Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind.

Here's the answer.

EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with your spouse. You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked their idiosyncrasies.

Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience.

You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called "falling" in love...

Because it's happening TO YOU.

People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet." Think about the imagery of that _expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU.

Falling is love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience.

But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades. It's the natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts.

The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.

At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, "Did I marry the right person?" And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when marriages breakdown. People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment.

Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work,a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances. But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. It lies within it.

I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. You could.

And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this):

THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON; IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND.

SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVER just happen to you. You can't "find" LASTING love. You have to "make" it day in and day out. That's why we have the _expression "the labor of love." Because it takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it takes WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work.

Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage.

Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a direct cause and effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable...you can "make" love.

Love in marriage is indeed a "decision"... Not just a feeling.

The rules applies, no doubt, and for those who's been married and have at least celebrated their first anniversary , knows that it's HARD work. The thing is, we being women have this weakness of (over) analyzing things... So we need affirmation, like the article above, we already know this, but having it written out and spread out in mass email is important to women all over the world.

But the excerpt above will have different effect depending on who reads it, whether they're in a relatively good mood (or not), crazy in love (or not) , etc..

I'll bet my bottom dollar, that when a woman reads this, they'll share it (guilty!), but men... ahhh Men.. they'll delete it the minute they read "Did I Marry The Right Person?" on the title of the mail. Why? Because, they don't want to get into the nitty gritty of relationship analysis. If it happens, great, if it falls apart, too bad.. time to move on, people heal and happiness is around the corner.

For us delicate kind.. If it happens.. oohhh, how deliciously wonderful! The world suddenly becomes a better place, and if it falls apart, ooo what went wrong? why? is it really time to move on? healing is such long and painful process. Drama. Easier said than done of course.. I can write about how everything will be okay.. as long as you stay strong.. bla..bla.. but I'm not gonna be a drama mama today.

I'm not saying that the snippet above is total crap because it IS true, but for once, I just wish that instead of us just worrying about how hard we've worked on the relationship .. take some time out for YOU... yes, I'm talking about ourselves.. remember who you were .. and who you've become now. And for once, I wish the guys know that EVERYONE can fall in love, yes, including your partner.. You fell for her, right?

People IN love and people OUT of love share one thing in common.. They're irrational. Remember that. Love is a funny thing, marriage is not even a thing... it's everything rolled into one.. like a rainbow roll and sometimes dipping it with a little soya and wasabi mix makes it more interesting.

In the end, it's as simple as this.. Are you happy? Is this what you want? Cos, if you're not happy, you'll find ways to be happy.. it's just HOW you are going to make yourself feel better... Staying true to yourself can be hard.. but look where it has gotten you, right?

Take care of yourself, and then take care of each other. NEVER take each other for granted. Not even for a little while....

I sound more like Oprah on Vicodine.

-Merry-L

The tale of Fiji and Kiki

2007-09-13T21:42:00.000+08:00

So, when we were in HK, G-Man wanted to take us out for dinner. First of all, it was so weird because he insisted I bring my kid along... and on top of that he went out of his way (well... he didn't do all the work..) to find a "child-friendly" restaurant to go to.. Obviously being (erm..perhaps.. thinking that..) single and HOT, the only place he goes to are in Lan Kwai Foong.

In the end I just told him that we can just go anywhere as long as it's not the pub/club scene, as I doubt that they'll have high chairs (the ones at the bar doesn't count). We decided on Ruth Christie's steak joint.

Food was great, company was even better and when it comes to getting the bill, G-Man paused... I've known this guy for 6 years now, and I've never seen him flinch when it comes to picking up the tab.

Eating out in HK is expensive.. but you'll never guess how much our precious mineral water cost us.. well him.

US$15

For less than a litre.

And we went through 5 bottles.

The water was more expensive than my meal!

The water was about 260 ringgit.

More than his wine.

... And yes, he made us finish the water we had in our glasses..

Does water from Fiji taste better than water collected at some water source in Taiping? I don't know, as far as I'm aware, I've never heard of any water tasting session...

At least it was perfectly chilled...

And for those who were curious.. When Ni-Mu caught sight of Mickey Mouse.. she hopped and clapped all the way to the town square screaming "KIKI!KIKI!"... I see a groupie unfolding right before me....

-drink-a-lot-L

I wasn't dreaming..

2007-09-12T19:30:00.000+08:00

Was it me.. or did I just felt the room move. I swear the wardrobe sliding door shook for a little while.

No, I'm not on drugs.
No, I'm not under any medication that can cause hallucination.

Checked out latest news - Nothing.

Tomorrow is Ramadhan Kareem, as my Egyptian friends puts it.

Oh God.. Homer just confirmed that CNN has just reported of an earthquake in Indonesia.

My prayers goes to them.......

-L

M-I-C... see you real soon!

2007-09-04T22:49:00.000+08:00

How come when I go away on business trips, I always manage to make a family trip out of it. I guess so far I go to "not boring" places as Homer puts it... (ye ke?)

And I guess I'm lucky to work with a bunch of people (yes, one of them is my boss) who insist I bring the babies (big and small) for a site visit in Macau, when they found out I brought them with me to Hong Kong.

We didn't win anything.. since we never went to the casino.. but I have to say, Macau's Venetian is HUGE.. bigger than its' original in Vegas. Crazy, right.. they're planning to replicate Vegas' strip in Macau.. I wonder if the clubs will be as "hot" as the ones in Vegas. And speaking of Vegas, G-boss have ruled out any possibility of me going for our annual meeting/training there.. Dang! I've missed out on that trip for 3 straight years.

Got tomorrow off and we're going to see Mickey Mouse speaking Cantonese. Imagine that. Can't wait to see Ni-Mu's reaction when she sees her "kiki-mouse".....

-kiki-mouse-L

Do I still need a helmet?

2007-08-13T22:25:00.000+08:00

What does one do when they suddenly have some free time and feeling adventurous?

Unlike Subby Hubby's comment in the previous post, not everyone has the luxury of having affairs with two of their bosses..

Today, I plonked myself on Mr. Ninen's chair and let him do his magic.

45 minutes and 2 chinese teas later, my reflection stared back at me .. There I was, sans curls and 3 inches of hair..

I LOVE it...

Mr. Ninen of course loved it too.. but then, he says that to all his clients.. So, can't really take his word.

*******

So here I am, typing.. and every 3 minutes; I sneak a sideway glance to see my reflection (yes, again and again) on the wardrobe mirror.

Funny, at times, I look like I'm wearing a helmet.. and at other times, I'm loving the new do ...

Whatever it is, I am officially no longer able to sport the beehive ala Amy Winehouse. I wonder if the thick black eye liner effect can work with helmet-ish hair..

"They tried to make me go to rehab.. but I won't go.. go.. go.."

Okayyy, definitely won't work.

-my-helmet-needs-some-highlights-L

You don't know me... or do you?

2007-08-09T14:43:00.000+08:00

I'm one complex woman. Really.

I'd like to think that I'm highly intelligent, but to date, I have no inkling on what MENSA stands for.

I'd like to think I'm tech savvy, but I still have problems creating charts from my excel files.

I buy those hard cover marketing / sales books, but I find myself drawn to the racks where pictures of Britney, Katie Holmes, Posh Becks are splashed in a collage-like manner. (..and bought those to..)

The good thing is, I know I am complicated, hence the title of yours truly's blog.

I am everything rolled into one quirky ball, the good, the bad and the ugly... but a BALL nonetheless. I do distinctly remember Barney (yes, the purple dinosaur), singing.. "if you have a ball, you have the greatest toy in the world!" .. So I guess I am the greatest toy in the world!

I forgot why I started typing this entry.. Looking back, it could have been the beginning of a very deep insightful composition on the complexity of human nature. But I've lost track of my thoughts and now it's just another account of a spaced out gal who's been watching a lot of imaginary dinosaurs, monsters and people dressed up as the alphabets on TV.

*sigh*

-not-a-shopping-complex-L

My solecism...

2007-08-03T16:50:00.000+08:00

A long lost friend once told me that people do stupid things. And there's nothing we can do about it.

I asked him, "Have you done lots of stupid things?"

He answered, "Yes, many.. "

I asked again, "Do you think I'm making a stupid mistake now?"

"Yes.." He said , his eyes bore into mine. Pleading. " I don't want to be your stupid mistake"

That was 10 years ago.

I saw him today, as I was walking to the car, my whole life in tow.

He said hello. I smiled back, "Hey! Look at you.." . I wanted to say so many things, but just couldn't.

I wanted to tell him, he was right.. people do stupid things .. but he was not a mistake per say, because I learned so much from him. Seeing him again today, reminded me how much I have grown. Without trying to make him appear like a mere object ... he was useful after all...

-there's-always-something-somebody-can-do-L

Wanted...

2007-07-25T10:07:00.000+08:00

I'm looking for a part time baby-sitter. Preferably someone who can make their own way to my place. If anybody knows of someone that does this kind of services, let me know.

The other option is to find a drop off nursery.. Any recommendation for Ampang area?

-stretched-out-L

Life is a stunt!

2007-07-13T12:49:00.000+08:00

I am huggable.
I am adorable.
Made 100% to be cuddled, played with, loved.
Most importantly I am here to love without ever judging you.

Unconditional.

You dress me up, adorn me.. you even gave me flowers

And now I'm strapped at the hood of the car, going 100 kph!
Bugs splattered across my face, my beautiful soft fur is now splotchy .. almost a rag.
Whyyyyyyy????

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.
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My version of what those "poor teddy bears used as part of wedding car ornament" are thinking...

Poor teddies! Every single time I see teddies on any of those lavishly decorated cars, I kept imagining the horrors it must has gone through... It's like, so you think you're gonna be hugged and loved.... you're wrong!!! I'm gonna strap you up and let you have a taste of life in the fast lane!!

Kesian Teddy... I'd give you a hug but....

-i-love-ted-teddy-roooooo-L

I'm still here..

2007-07-05T11:50:00.000+08:00

My.. my.. just realized how long it's been since I last updated this blog. I don't even know where to begin.. Isn't it scary how today became yesterday, and yesterday became last week, and last week became last month? Time is a funny thing.

And what, pray tell, have I been doing all this while.. BUSY.. doing I can't remember what anymore ..

All I know is that there has been a lot diaper changing, cos Ni-Mu had a bout of diarrhea.. going over endless invoices, cos it's the end of 2nd quarter.. and of course lots of making up in the "buying" department. I've forsaken my shopaholic self, and now she's back with a vengeance!

But amidst all this, I'm a woman with a goal.. To achieve this goal by end of this year I must -

1) Cook dinner every day. We spend waaayyyy too much on food. An average of 2 dinners at Chilli's every week is inexcusable.

2) Stop buying white shirts/tops/dresses. I have too many .. Other colors are permissible, I can't "kill" fashionista-L, can I?

3) Not charge anything to the old credit card.. Seeing my bank account shrink should scare me silly plus, cash is the way to go right?

On the bright side -

1) I've almost cleared my credit card. "Almost" being the key word here.. I should've never taken up that bloody "on the phone loan".. for people like myself, it's a total scam... and now I have to pay the remaining stupid loan....

2) Ni-Mu is helping out by refusing to eat her proteins... She actually prefers vegetables.. go figure! I had to sneak her chicken bits underneath the carrots and green beans. Veggies are cheaper than chickens, right?

3) The whole of Malaysia's on sale now. So basically I'm getting my stuff cheaper... (Okay, I'm not sure whether this should be categorized under "the bright side" but 50% off gotta mean something!)

And on the high note -

1) A designer cum boutique owner in KLCC actually came up to me last week in Zara's changing room and asked me whether I got my dress at Pucci, and whether it is still available. *gasp* I can carry off 99 ringgit dress as Pucci! Beat that! I normally don't make a big deal out of this.. but this woman is a designer in her own right.. I even have some of her stuff. To top it all, she showed me a beautiful Pucci jacket that she had just bought!

2) I'm grateful that my silver lined jelly-ish tummy is what it is... Did you all see that "Sextuplet" docu-drama? That woman is brave indeed!

-striker-L

GST

2007-06-12T12:06:00.000+08:00

Short for Great Singapore Trip...

No surprise that Ni-Mu loved the Zoo... Suffice to say that she was completely knocked out! And went crazy at the gift shop.. (ke mana tumpahnya kuah kalau tak ke nasi???) ..

But the greatest surprise is the fact that I... yes, the shopaholic that I am DID NOT BUY anything while we were there!!.. Bear in mind that the Great Singapore Sale was ON!

Kenapa? Tak percaya ke??

I don't believe it myself...

-am-i-cured?-L

Is it really 6/6?

2007-06-06T12:29:00.000+08:00

Today I turn thirty three
Wish I can go for a shopping spree...

But then..

When will I ever be debt free?

Ah well.. Happy Birthday to me!

The skinny on skin

2007-05-25T16:05:00.000+08:00

I hate people with great skin.. And I'm talking about the skin all over our body... you do know that skin is the largest organ in our body, right???

After having the baby, I have managed to get back to my old size.. and before my friends roll their eyes.. yes, we're talking really old size.. like before I was married.. And I'm really ever-thankful for that.. (I thought my mom's genes has forsaken me.. ..) But my skin.... arghhhh my skin!!

To put it bluntly, my tummy area looks like one of those cotton shirts that needs ironing. When I button up my pants, the creases around my belly button magically turns into some flower-like decoration .. While Heidi Klum, Denise Richards even Britney Spears seems to still be able to parade around in a bikini...

Well, at least I can pretend that I'm a beautiful package, with a ribbon in the middle!

Care to unwrap me?

A year wiser? Really?

2007-05-18T15:11:00.000+08:00

He's no zombie... he's my husband. Oookaaayyy, maybe he IS a zombie.. at the very least, acts like one from time to time.

He's gonna be 32 tomorrow.. BIG deal, I'm a good one year ahead of him, yup.. I was already walking and have had many childhood milestones before he came to the world! In so many ways, he's yet to achieve some emotional and sociological yardsticks, which sometimes just makes me wanna really ...... argghh! OK, let's not go there, it might just be used in court one day..

And he (still) dares to question my decisions ... Get it through that head of yours.. (like that bloody knife!).. I am always right, have always been .. and will always be. It's one of the many unexplained reasons, why we're together. I guess it's God's way of balancing out this crazy world.

Do I sound overly condescending? Well, I guess that's because I promised myself to be REALLY NICE to Homer tomorrow .. since IT IS his birthday.. So I just gotta let it out today, get it out of my system, you know what I mean?

So here's to you Homer, act less like a zombie.. we both know how I can't stand people who lacks consideration for others.. u-huh... yessirreeebob.. you know what I mean... and you might just surprise yourself (and yours truly) on how much you can gain (as in wisdom... not weight, okay?) when you're true to yourself.

32 years and more to come! And please do NOT wear that mask tomorow when I take you out...

-so-not-zombie-L

Another confession..

2007-05-10T23:20:00.000+08:00

Confessions of a Drama Mama..

This is my story, I may get a lot of backlash by spilling this out but I just gotta do it.

"Mandi tak basah, makan tak kenyang, tidur tak lena".. literally and figuratively hits the mark when it comes to explaining motherhood.

How do you clean yourself while having a tiny person screaming and banging on the shower screen... How can you truly enjoy food when every other minute you're making sure that tiny little person is eating their share of food and entertained... How do you have deep sleep knowing that a tiny person relies solely on you to comfort them..

I cannot recall the last time I had a great shower.. or a nice soak in the bath. Tried having that on my last business trip, but my schedule was just jam packed, I ended up enjoying the toilet seat more.. and look at how long I raved about that. Which reminds me that I no longer have privacy during nature's call, yep, she follows me there too.

I order the same thing everytime I go to Chilli's - Triple play, because.. Firstly, Nimu can eat the chicken crispers; secondly, they're finger foods so it is easy to just pick up and gobble down; thirdly, I seriously don't remember how it tasted in my previous visit... It's like, "hang on.. didn't I like the buffalo wings? it was good right? maybe i should just order that again and remind myself how it was..". And this happens EVERY time we go there. And really, it happens every single time we eat together, wherever I am, I just don't remember how the food tasted.

Even with Nimu sleeping through the night since she's 3 months old, I don't sleep like I used to. Just before I sleep, I worry about things I should have done .. like that small plate in the sink.. or her bottle, then I'd go out and clean the damn plate and bottle, then I'd realize that the clothes have been dry for the past 2 nights and I really should take them in and fold them... the list goes on.. which in turn manifest themselves into nightmares. I'd wake up all sweaty because my laundry just won't leave me alone!

I'm a magazine junkie, and I've a pile of InStyle that I haven't gone through, let's not forget books.. Ambitiously, I bought two last week.. only to take them out of the bag last night. And I swear I bought at least four in the past 6 months or so, but I have no idea where it is now. I guess this will explain my "not been shopping" but actually has bought gazillion new outfits..

There! I've said it! In as much as I love the fact that my baby girl can't let me go, or needs me to feed her or cries for me when she wakes up in the middle of the night ... that little part of me misses the time when it used to be all about ME....

And how do I handle "Motherhood"? With MIXED feelings .. the good, the bad and the ugly all rolled into one .. making me the "DRAMA MAMA". All I know is that I'm going to give my mum a trip to the spa for Mother's Day... after all, I'm sure she went through the "Mandi tak basah, makan tak kenyang, tidur tak lena" - phase.

To everyone who can relate to this entry, Happy Mother's Day! To Homer, happy golfing! (Homer bashing welcomed, although I have taken the "lantakla" attitude which to me is considerably more than the "whatevaaaa" stand point )

-dang-i-have-to-wash-the-dishes-now-L

My name is L...

2007-04-23T11:43:00.000+08:00

and I am a shopaholic.

About a month back, I told my friend that I haven't shopped for a long time, and she was shocked.. so was I. I told her, "yahhh.. I haven't bought anything for like a month! WOWser!". Shortly after that conversation, she called me up and said, "L.... you know in that bag where you put the bubble machine, I found a receipt from MNG totalling up to RM250 dated 2 weeks ago!! "

It struck me.. I've gone beyond shopaholism.. I'm now a shopaholic in denial. Seriously, I completely forgot about that particular buy.. How could I? I've even worn that dress! And really, I didn't mean to lie about it.. I've also realized that I have a shirt that is in it's paper bag, still nicely wrapped with sugar paper!

And yesterday, while helping soon to be the most important woman in Petronas (she will! she will!) find a glitterati outfit to perhaps the biggest wedding of the year, I found myself trying on stuff and buying a Pucci-look-a-like dress... in the first store we went to!

I need help.

But I can't cut up my credit card.. or my ATM card.. that's just crazy! And so I have a mission.. I'll get my friends to buy stuff... should really call Mrs Vice President and get her to buy funky clothes for her pregant self, found lots that can fit her at Innai and maybe Brave-Lawyer-Gal and Entrepreneurina, for new power outfits.

If I can't beat this... I'm taking everyone down with me!

-I-refuse-to-be-alone-L

Has it been that long?

2007-04-19T17:29:00.000+08:00

Have you ever felt like you're living in the Twilight Zone? *cue music*

Well, I've been there and back.. hence the long silence.

All I know is this ..

... I no longer have privacy, even in the bathroom, my mini me will be there.... sometimes kissing my knee.. I love her to bits.. but really, this is becoming a bit ridiculous!

and oh, by the way.. I am sooooo tired, even with the last minute break away from KL, I am still spent. Was that only 2 weeks before? It seemed like ages ago that we were up at the highlands.. And I'm probably the only person who goes up there and came back with no flowers.

And now I'm entering another twilight zone.. but I will return, you can count on that!

-bag-changing-L

Time after time.

2007-03-28T11:46:00.000+08:00

The thing about time is that; it's ever changing, always in a hurry to move forward, sometimes, leaving us mith a messy past that can't be undone. With that being said, we always say we must live for today... but think about it... even today, "time" has changed.. I'm talking about how it was before and how everything is right now.

When I was younger, I worry about having my picture taken while holding a cigarette... and that picture being distributed spreading the rumour that I'm "wild".

Nowadays, kids have to worry about having their nude photos posted on the net.

Time has definitely changed.

Can't blame technology, after all, it's all about getting better, smaller, faster.. moving on with time, right? Could it be that our creations are becoming our enemy?

But didn't someone say that we can always learn .. even from our enemy?

-feeling-philosophical-L

Things I discovered this past week

2007-03-22T23:00:00.000+08:00

- I am not that weird after all, so does this make me normal?

- Drive thrus are not just for fast food anymore. I got a DVD while waiting for my turn at a Mc Donald's drive thru. I drove away with Mc Chicken meal, milkshakes and a copy Little Miss Sunshine. Kinda perfect don'cha think?

- My hands look old and there's nothing I can do about it.

- Even when I try to sleep early, I can't.

- And yet, I still have not finished my collection of "must-reads".

- I haven't cooked for the past 2 months.

- .. lot's more of "I haven't.....".

Time is just swooshing by. And yet I am still here.

-sleepy-L

Tagged!

2007-03-17T00:25:00.000+08:00

It's been a while since I played tag.. and even after being tagged, I'm like a sleepy giant .. *huh?*

What can I say, you can thank Blabs for now, weird L is coming out .. thank goodness for the rules .. (cos I just realized how many weird stuff I do on a daily basis)

"People who are tagged should write a blog post of 6 weird things about them as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says ‘you are tagged’ in their comments and tell them to read your blog."

Weirdy-weirds...

1. According to the MRI scan I had a few months ago, I have fat deposits in my brain. Unusual but not dangerous, according to the good doctor. I guess my brain wants to stay warm and have a little bit of "cushion" in case I bang my head. God... I can never get rid of my fat-fatsssss!!

2. I read car plate numbers, not out loud, just in my head.. And not just on obvious ones like KAR 1505.. which reads "karisos", or BAD 8011 .. "bad boyy". I'm talking about any plate numbers that I come across, for example WNQ 8230 will be "wink bzzo" or WLY 412 becomes "wooly eyez". It doesn't matter whether it made sense or not.. I just spell them out.

3. Before I decided to take the plunge, I've had my fair share of boyfriends/dates. And from there, I came up with this L-Dating-Formula. I will not date anyone whose name starts with "A" or has "A" in his intials. When my friends wanted to introduce me to someone, my first question would be, "Does his name starts with an "A"? and my next question would be, "What about his middle name?". Why? All... I mean every single guy that I've dated prior to the BIG discovery of "formula non A" , their names or their middle names started with A.

4. I MUST have my KFC with tomato ketchup. Once, I yelled in one of the KFC outlet in Shah Alam for not having ketchup and got the manager to buy a bottle of ketchup for me. Hey, it's not my fault, they don't keep track of the ketchup inventory. And yes, there are people out there who eats KFC with ketchup whom are above 5 years old!

5. Once in a blue moon, I'll have this menacing stray eye lash that pokes my eye ball. It just won't curl out - straight like a needle, and it feels like I'm having a tattoo done on the inside of my eyes. It's so painful that I actually pulled it out with a tweezer (the hair, not the eye ball of course... now THATS really weird). So now whenever the stray lash returns, I just pick up a tweezer and .. "aaddoooiiIIIiii... b#b$... aaaaarrggg" .. its done.

6. When I travel, I MUST sleep on the side that is nearest to the TV. It doesn't matter that I sleep to the left of Homer at home, but when we're not in our bed, I sleep nearest to the TV. In a situation whereby the TV is located across the bed, right smack in the middle, I will sit on both sides of the bed, squint my eyes.. to determine which side is closer to the magical box we all call TV. I don't know why.. and it has nothing to do with getting the audio balance or anything.. I just need to be nearer to the TV.

So there, 6 weird things that you never knew about me. I have others but I'd rather die than write those out. Now it's someone else's turn.....(and I've been so busy, so I hope you guys are not tagged yet.)

1. Dade-Ghost
2. Miss Ketchup (I wonder if she eats KFC with Ketchup?)
3. The Young Retro Diva
4. Buaya-man
5. X-man
6. Subby-Hubby : you write on my comment.. okay??

-all-weirded-out-L

Java Jazzzzzzz

2007-03-05T15:09:00.000+08:00

..

Really, I know almost nothing about jazz, in fact when I was at the Jazz fest, a 5 year old girl put me to shame. She was telling us how bummed out she was that she missed Jeffrey Osborne's show. And all I could think of was, "hmmm.. I wonder if he's related to Ozzy?". I didn't say that out loud of course, or I might just be stoned to death by the throngs of jazz lovers at the Convention Centre.

Okay, so we went to Java Jazz, I'm not a die hard jazz-erina.. but I do love music in general, the experience, the sounds, the way it makes your body sway and groove.. and of course, the musicians (wink*).

But this trip was extra special, it was intended to be a "girls only" weekend, with lots of shopping, bargain hunting, eye candy hunting, a little music... spa-ifying.. You get the drift. We meant to go on Friday night to catch Sergio Mendez, but Mangga Dua drained us out. Went to see the band at HRC instead.. heheh.. signs of becoming a groupie.. I think .. yesss!

Our groupie-ness came into effect when with sheer luck and a little bit of perseverence in trying to find a local designer kebaya top in a very unassuming mall brought us to a corner where some shoes were on sale.. There she was.. all in black, hair big as ever.. (to match her *erm* chest, I guess) walking and laughing!!

Chaka Khan

It's a long story.. and one that I will be telling over and over again to my friends. But since I'm not really coherent right now due to extreme pill popping over the last 5 days, I am unable to re-live that episode of my life.. I'll go straight to the big ending.

We had our picture taken with her while screaming, "Malaysia-lah!".

Our trip, as they'd say it in Jakarta.. "SUKSES dong!".. it even includes bumping into Glenn and what else.. more photo opportunities.. too bad we missed his and Marcel's gig. And oh! Krispy Kreme.. how can I miss that one out?

And now I have to lie down. I just had my wisdom tooth taken out. Please do not assume that if I don't write in the next couple of days, I've grown less wise.. I'm planning to make big bucks with the little critter.. (yes, I took it home). Tooth fairy, come by tonight ya?

-I-can-still-eat-KrispyKreme-cos-it's-so-soft-L

That black guy..

2007-02-23T15:23:00.000+08:00

Whilst Brave Lawyer Gal's predicament for the day is the fact her milk supply has seriously depleted itself, mine was more of a superficial one.

Have you all been following American Idol? Did you happen to catch the audition rounds where a young black man with Calvin Klein's underwear model looks (with voice to match.. ), which I was so sure will be on top 12.. was not even in the top 24.. Does anyone else, other than my cousin remember this guy? He's like really young and is adopted by a Cuban family or something like that..

He's just so beautiful, I can cry.

-bimbos-day-out-L

Not just Wednesday

2007-02-14T09:30:00.000+08:00

I woke up with a kiss on the cheek.

Then he walked to the other room.

I got up and sat on my ordinary throne. No warm seat, no water fountain sprays.. no dryer.

Crawled back into bed.

The lights came on. Homer and Ni-Mu holding a paper bag.

"Happy Valentines's Day!"

Happy. Happy.. Happy..

I've been a mean grouch (with reasons..) lately.. I'm sorry Homer.. And of course, I am your Valentine.

-celebrate-love-and-all-that-comes-with-it-L

The throne..

2007-02-12T14:54:00.000+08:00

So, I was in Taiwan last week to see my boss, introduce clients.. yadda..yadda.. It's nice to start travelling again.. and at the risk of sounding utterly selfish, be away from my usual routine. I'm sure all mothers understand this, even if it is just for work.

Taipei 101 was impressive.. although I think our Twin Towers looks so much more magnificent.. (Malaysia Boleh!).. but the one thing that really made the mark for me
during this trip was "the throne" .. Yup.. the shiny white porcelain bowl and it's magical fountain.....

Warm air dryer.... !!! and oscillating function...

Needless to say, I enjoyed every moment on it... plus heated seat...

-missing-my-throne-L

The dating game.

2007-02-02T09:30:00.000+08:00

Don't you just love a public holiday in the middle of the week? And the best thing is that today is Friday!

Okay... I can't hold it in.. I'll just spill..

I . Had . A . Date . Yesterday .

Yep. Burnt out mom was finally asked out by this guy who probably thought to himself, "If I don't ask her out.. someone else will .. "

We nearly missed the movie because of my circumstance.. you know, dropping off Ni-Mu.. etc, but we had a great time.. the movie was a little violent for my taste, but, definitely something worth seeing since my whole work industry had mixed feelings when it was released in the US... plus, Leo diCaprio is just so yummy with his South African accent!

It's just been so long and I just loved the attention.. right up until we had to to the toilet after the movie.

He was smiling at me as I walked out of the corridor. And I caught a glimpse of us on the glass panels of some clothing shop.. We look great together .. Eventhough I was a tad bit overdressed (or was it "underdressed"..?) ..

God.. it was so good peeing just now.. and at the same time.. I farted too... hahahahaha.. best giler!

My date was officially over. Homer's back. I don't know whether I should cry or kiss him... I guess he was just being honest to me .. well, as long as he keeps it up.. there will be no end to weird dates for me..

And true to himself, he spilled coke all over my food and dress during lunch.

-you-owe-me-another-date-mister!-L

And how was your weekend?

2007-01-30T15:14:00.000+08:00

Apart from the faulty sound system, the concert was GGRREEEAAATTT. They just bring back old memories when life was less complicated.. And the whole trip up to Genting was like a walk down memory lane. I'm talking about walking through the foggy wet and (surprisingly!) chilly weather, it's like I'm transported back to the good ol' days at uni, walking through Vicky Park getting to yet another lecture on European Political History.

What a weekend!

And then came Monday.. blearghhhh! Talk about killjoy.

My ever fickle client drove me nuts asking me why a certain shipment has not arrived and wanted me to do something about it. I am not the Custom's General's crony, nor do I know anybody in KLIA customs. And after having a big bru-ha-ha with one Fedex officer, my client told me that they've decided to just wait for the shipment arrive the next day! What the f*#k??!!?

I've always been very accomodating to them .. why do they have to harrass me like this?

On the homefront, Ni-Mu has learned a new word.. "go.." . She would reach for my bag, loop it through her arms (ala datin), walk to the door, and say, "..go! ...go!". As in, "let's go!". So now, I have included in her daily schedule, a short walk to the pool and back. Which translates to more frizz to my hair. I know.. I know.. I'm way too obsessed with my hair..

All I can say is, unless you've walked a mile in my shoes (or don my hairstyle), you'll never know how overwhelming all this can be. Homer always say I complain way too much, but for me it's not complaining.. it's telling people how I feel and maybe, just maybe, I'd get some compassion. I know my situation is nothing compared to those who have lost their homes in the recent floods..

but I'm just saying.. I am here, and I am talking to you... Indulge me a little.. We all go through phases.

-the-frizz-phase-L

Up, up and awaaayyyy

2007-01-25T16:48:00.000+08:00

I'm making a trip up to Genting tomorrow.. (or more fondly known to my fellow Singaporeans as "J"enting). Gambling with this old girl's ability to lip sync with Boyz II Men, pretending I can still remember the words to their songs. Wooohooooooooooo..

I know to some of you think it's just a lame old group.. but this band of men, was THERE for me.. And as much as I hate to admit it.. when I'm feeling sad and any of their songs comes up, tears can just roll.. Yes, I'm sappy and can cry my heart out. Sue me. I dare ya.

I love you you Durs, for thinking of me when you had that spare ticket.. and I love you Elaine, for loving your sister in law!

-i-like-men-L

Yezzaa?

2007-01-22T10:00:00.000+08:00

As I took a breather by our drying area, I heard a resounding, "YES! YES!". Myyyy... someone's doing it right, I thought .. Then I heard some illegible gurgles.. and more loud YESses.. hehe .. and to think I thought our apartment block is filled with unadventurous people..

****

Babies have an innate ability to press the remote control. The TV volume was at its loudest, in fact it said 100! For those who has never had the opportunity to watch PHDC (that's Playhouse Disney Channel), you should know that there's a lot YESses on the program.. I suppose it's meant to instill positive reinforcement..

****

Well, at least our neighbours would think that we are adventurous and making out like rabbits..

-boink-boink-L

Dr. House in the house!

2007-01-17T12:28:00.000+08:00

Why does everyone look so great at the Golden Globes?
Because they get complimentary colonic irrigation prior to the event.

Okay, I'm just assuming the above, only because my hero, Hugh Laurie mentioned it in his acceptance speech. I don't know why, but I'm just drawn to English humour. Witty, intelligent and just brilliant! (Gosh, as I'm writing this, I'm even thinking with an English accent .. melampau or what?)

I'm loving House so much right now that I wouldn't mind him breaking down my multi layered personality and hear his interpretations of my cluttered life.

.. so is there anywhere for me to get this colonic irrigation that everyone's talking about? .. and HOW does this thing actually work? does the pipe goes to where I think it goes?

-people-in-hollywood-are-scary-and-never-have-fat-bulges-L

Holy Pants!

2007-01-16T16:26:00.000+08:00

Still in the mood of ushering in the new year, I've decided to cleanse anything and everything my capricious mind decides to focus on at that particular moment. Being born in to the sign of Gemini .. (yes, the twin thing) I have to admit I have a rather disturbing dual.. even multiple personalities. With that said, if anything does happen to Homer, I blame it on one of my "darker" personality.

And so last night, I decided to venture into one of the many drawers in our wardrobe. It is aptly called "BIG SCARY UNDIES" .. these truly are big scary undies.. brings a whole new understanding on the word "underPANTS", they are so big, they are in fact .. PANTS! It doesn't stop at just the size of the garments.. the horror of its colour is just enough to send yours truly to fashion house of shame. You know what I mean.. pale blue, pale peach (yuck!) .. I'm even too embarassed and a little bit nauseous to continue..

But in my defense, those were bought in the period of el-preggo, and post partum.. where I was taken hostage by the abominable snowqueen, and ordered Homer to go to Carrefoure and get "cheap-big-ass-cotton-underwear-so-I-can-just-throw-them-out!". A year on, there I was thinking to myself.. I actually fit in those???

And so while I threw them into a trash bag, I felt a sense of relief.. my underPANTS are gone.. Then I heard someone groaning in frustration.. none other than my little pitter-patter Ni-Mu..

Great! In my fervor of getting rid of big scary underpants, one had managed to find its way on to her hands. Her head has gone through one of the leg openings of big-ass-undies, she was screaming her head off and was determined to take it out herself. I don't blame her, blue is definitely not her colour.

I should really start baby-proofing the apartment.

-shopping-for-undies-L

Curly-wurly-fuzzy-woozie..

2007-01-11T14:09:00.000+08:00

Curly locks looks amazing on my avatar picture but somehow did not have the same effect on the real me.. I know.. it IS a computer animation representation of one self.. I mean, where else can you see me with a smoking-hot-cellulite & stretch-mark-free smoking body in bloody lime green bikini?

I am seriously having second (third, fourth, fifth, sixth, gazzillion-th) thoughts on my new 'do. Argh! Where's frizz-ease when you need one?

-frizzer-L

Just another day..

2007-01-06T21:19:00.000+08:00

As I write this entry, I have that damn Jon Secada's song in my head.. you know.. that dang "lentok" song. But this entry has nothing to do with with the song.. It had everything to do with how we marked the new year.

Last year, I remembered being very tired and vaguely hearing the booms of the fireworks while I trying to sleep, and hoping that Ni-Mu won't wake up. 2006, what a year.. vivid moments, some good, some bad and some really ugly. And now it has packed itself and made way for the new year. 2007 is here, I have big plans... but just as the year started.. I'm feeling so exhausted.. I ushered the new year fighting my sleep.. just like any other day.. how can I carry on my big plans feeling so lethargic with life?

So what did I do? Like any other girls.. I went to see my stylist, having a specific look for 2007 (layered bob, loose the highlights and options for a darker look).. I came out with the ultimate messy poodle look. I'm still getting used to the new me.. sometimes I love it.. sometimes I hate it. Change can be difficult.. but with so many things changing all around me, I'll be taking it in my stride..

Viva la rocker chick hair... Viva la 2007... Viva L!

-2007-L

PS is da bomb!

2006-12-26T21:28:00.000+08:00

Did you all know that you can find really nice dresses at Petaling street? My God .. beyond the tackiness of some of the stuff they display on the outer side of the clothes shop, you can actually find some real gems inside. Forget Zara, Mango, Forever 21 (okay.. you might still see wandering in these shops..) or BCBG (although they do fit me like a glove..).. The stuff in PS is crazy cheap!

I've been on a buying spree.. and with my impending Bandung trip (business, this time) .. I'm a little bit concerned. But hey, I can't help it if my wardrobe needs a little updating. Perhaps I should just concentrate on spa-i-fying myself..

If you don't hear from me before the coming new year, you can safely assume that I am meticulously sorting out my credit card bills.

Hoping for a banging 2007!

-shopaholic-L

Wonder if anyone has done this..

2006-12-21T10:16:00.000+08:00

I don't think I've heard of reviewing a restaurant based on its child friendliness policy, but I guess since I've already thought about it, I might as well write a lil' something .. for all the parents out there.

If you ever have to take out your young child out alone for either lunch or dinner, you know what I mean when I say, it's gotta be childproof, willing to take "tweaked" orders, child seat and most importantly, staff who will not frown when they see your kids throwing stuff down on to their squeaky clean floors.

With that said - dinner last night was great because .. not only did this restaurant have everything mentioned above.. the staff even played with Ni-Mu.. and to my utter joy.. asked whether they can take her off my hands while I finish my lovely sizzling tofu dinner in peace!

Cozy House Great Eastern Mall ROCKS!!

You may want to go there when there's less people around (long queue is inevitable during peak hours), so go for either early/late lunch/dinner..

..*bl**dy h*ll*.. In the short time I wrote this, Ni-Mu has managed to reach for the aqueous cream tub and plastered it all over her body (again!).. arghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

-clean-up-on-bedroom-2-L

Time heals all wounds

2006-12-18T11:53:00.000+08:00

Last night, I caught up with Subby Hubs at Suzi's. It's been ages since I was last there. It has changed somewhat.. no one looked familiar.. except for the Western food ladies. I was so looking forward to their maggie goreng, but alas, it was just too dry..

And then I saw him. The guy who broke my heart, years ago. He looked good, clean .. sober. And the funniest thing is, the pain is no longer there. I actually had to really think hard what happened between us, and even when I did recall the things he put me through.. I felt .. nothing.. no heartache, no anger..

So Subby Hubs and I started to talk about how we do tend to forget certain things and move on with our lives, and when something awakens the memory of long lost stories.. we're reminded of how much we've grown since then and .. how it changes your perspective in life.

He was just a table away, I know he's looking at me but whenever I tried to lock eyes with him, he'll look away. I just wanted him to look into my eyes and see who I've become. This is one person, whether I like to admit it or not, shaped me to who I am today.

-I-need-more-time-L

I am 17, going on 18..

2006-12-13T15:42:00.000+08:00

Today will forever be remembered as the day I turn 17 again..

I decided to take little Ni-Mu out to Carrefour to get some stuff. Because she's having a slight fever, and I am recovering from a cold, it had to be a short trip, so I just went out with my jeans, black tank top and I slipped on a pair of pink flip-flops. No make up

Decided to get an ice cream cone after I was done, so I was just hanging around in front of F.O.S while finishing my ice cream, Ni-Mu conveniently sleeps in her stroller. A group of young malay boys came and started to make conversation with me..

"ooi. kaklong makan ice cream sorang jer? tak share ngan adik langsung.. tak baikk.."

erk?

"lepas ni buat aper? tinggal kat mana? mlm ni kalu tak buat aper, jom la join kitorang kat NZ"

waaaa...

I just smiled and said, " erm.. tak boley la.. kena jaga adik.. "

"alaaa... mlm pun kena jaga adik ke?"

ha..ah...

"you sekolah mana? "

asrama..I replied

"oo budak pandai.."

no-laaa

"oii.. cakap omputehhhh.. mesti english dapat A1 nih.."

I just couldn't believe it! I'm being chatted up by young "kutoids" as I would call it, back in the days. And actually "layan".

"aikk.. habis ice cream terus nak blah? takut mak marah ke?"

ha-ah..

I just didn't have the heart to tell them that the "adik" they're referring to is my baby girl, and the supposed "girl" they were chatting up, has stretch marks all over her stomach and upper thighs!

Have I discovered the fountain of youth? I have been gulping down Tylenol cold syrup this past few days.. or could it be due to my short stint of SKII facial cleansing regime? Whatever it was.. It's great to know that I can still pass off as a schoolgirl..

-nama-saya-L

Waga-mama

2006-12-08T16:01:00.000+08:00

My boss was here about 2 months ago for a short meeting and this was the first time we caught up with each other since I gave birth. We went for a Japanese dinner, since we both love to stuff ourselves silly with sashimis and not pay for them.

As we're waiting for our orders to come in, he looked at me and said,"You look HOT L! Waga-mama..!". I gave him a puzzled look, and he continued on saying, "aww, come on.. wakaii-mama.. you know what I mean, are you half-Jap or what?" ..

ahhh.. Wakaii-mama, literally translates to young-mama.. so I assume, he was trying to say I'm a hot -mama la..

I never gave it much thought 'cos this boss of mine loves to tease people (sometimes inappropriately.. I was once told that he has been sued for sexual harrassment once..). And not that I've noticed head turning whenever I pass by a group of guys.

But today, I felt like a waga-mama, it could be slimming effects of my pencil pants or it could be the fact I was not lugging my stuff-everything-I-can-bag, but a teenie shoulder bag. I definitely turned a few heads.. (maybe they're gay, and were just checking my outfit.. but still heads turned!).

Made me feel good..

Then I went downstairs and saw that Guardian was having discounts on Mamy Poko diapers.. Oooh.. must buy, I thought to myself (funny how our "must buy" list changes from that hot lip stain from Bobbii Brown to super dry diapers..).

And there I was, strutting to the carpark, and somehow turned into a non-head turner. It was the diapers.. Why is it that when we see a woman carrying a diaper she's just a mom, and if we see a guy carrying them we think .. aww .. great dad. I wonder what guys think when they see me carrying diapers?

Is it just me or have I actually blogged about this?Am I having a strange case of deja-vu?

God.. I'm waga-mama and losing it. Hurrah for the weekend!

-cough-cough-L

No more hoping..

2006-12-05T16:20:00.000+08:00

People keep saying that, "In life, nothing is certain." Forrest Gump said, " Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get." And quoting that famous phrase from Heidi Klum's Project Runway - One day you're in, the next, you're out.

So what's new? Nothing surprises me anymore. Men and women behaving badly, husbands cheating, wives lying, backstabbing friends, colleagues pulling you down, parents ignoring their children, children snubbing their parents. It makes you wonder why life can be so cruel.

But then you hear of wonderful things like, "Adam has cut his first tooth!", "I've been promoted" or "Mmuah mama..".

A few nights ago, while watching Oprah (don't roll your eyes.. she's only the best girlfriend ever..), something struck me. We always hear people saying, "I hope...." or "We hope.." but the guy who was interviewed said something profound, "HOPE is not a PLAN". And he's right, hope is not a plan. It may sound harsh, but the reality is; we all should be thinking what we are going to do about it rather than hoping it'll get better.

So for today, since I'm feeling lousy, I'm not going to hope I'll feel better. I plan to go out and get something from the BCBG sale.

-retail-therapist-L

Someone once said..

2006-11-28T13:34:00.000+08:00

You can't please everyone. There will always be someone who is unhappy with the decision that you make. So stop beating yourself up whenever you hear anything bad about yourself. Get over it! Life is not a competition, the object is to live it to the fullest. If you've made a mistake, learn from it and never put yourself in that situation ever again.

That someone was me. At the age of 16, I was trying to make sense to a good friend in a time of her need.

I've always been a good listener, a source of kind words when people are down, a shoulder to cry on , someone to go to for a good conversation. I should really try a career in counseling.

Which brings us to a certain someone whom I chance to meet yesterday. Let's call him Mr. Mystery. He's in trouble; caught red handed doing something he promised he won't do to his wife. As it is, he has broken a lot of promises, and admitted that he's hurt his wife greatly with his "stupidity". His wife is furious, and is coming close to calling it quits. He, on the other hand is really sorry and doesn't believe that it's the end of the road for them. "It can't be.." he said remoursefully, "I love her.. She is my rock.. she's everything".

This is what I told him.

"You have to take responsibility for all your wrongdoings. And make sure she knows you're making the effort. If you still love her, tell her.. show her.. never for one second make her think otherwise. Even when she pushes you away, stay close. Make it known that you still want her. You have already admitted your mistake. Ask for forgiveness, go up to her and convince her that you're worth her time.."

"But, she's always so angry.."

"She has all the right to be angry, you said you want her.. need her.. that means taking her with all that she's got.. angry or not.. This is the person you cannot live without, right?"

"..yes"

"Then. why hesitate? Why give her time to think otherwise?"

".. I don't want to be in her face"

"Like it or not, you're already in her face with all your mistakes.. "

"I don't know what to say.. or do.. "

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself.. stop feeling anything for yourself, if you want her back.. Everything is about her now.."

"I don't think she'll feel differently.."

"Have you tried? Have you taken her out? Have you had a heart to heart talk? Have you told her how miserable you are that you broke her heart? Sacrificed anything for her? Spun a fairytale romance? Share her pain? Flowers? Gifts? Take some time off, spend it with her, pamper her, make it known you'd go all out for her? How can you say you don't think it will change anything if you haven't tried..? It's not like she's gone out to find a divorce lawyer.. Why think of defeat before even entering the battle?"

"She looks so hurt.."

"All the more reason for you to treat her wounds... Look, she didn't throw you out of the house, there's a good chance you can win her back. But before that, let me ask you.. Do you really love her, did you mean it when you said she's you're everything.."

"...."

"You've got to know what you're fighting for.. If your heart and soul believes in the cause, the battle is worthwhile, and if you win this battle, you will forever remember the route you took to win her back.. and hopefully remind you how much you'd go through for her. Remember, she's had to go through a pain that you could only imagine.. So don't question yourself if you have to stand up to a little prick here and there..."

"..."

"You think you can do that?"

".. Yes, but she keeps bringing it up.. "

"So? Keep on telling her how sorry you are.. and if you don't want to apologize anymore, tell her you're doing everything you can .. really tell her what you've been doing to make it easier for her.."

"I don't know.."

"Look, Mr. Mystery, it's up to you.. you wanted a woman's perspective.. I'm giving you one. At times like this, any woman just wants to be assured that you're worthy of her. And if you say you can't live without her, then you show it to her. No one said it's going to be easy.. You've hurt her.. Stop thinking that just because you've apologized and admitted to your mistakes, you're off the hook. In fact, you're never off the hook. People consistently work on their relationship.. In your case, you've got to work harder."

".."

"Make it work, Mystery-man.. You can't let someone like her slip away."

Any other advise for Mr. Mystery?

-should-start-a-dear-L-column

My girl..

2006-11-26T22:54:00.000+08:00

It's hard to believe that a year ago, she entered the world, and now she's playing with bubbles.. She's achieved so much.. my heart could just burst. As each day passes, she'll learn new tricks and true to her nature she spreads joy to everything and everyone she touches. At a very young age she has even shown that she could learn from her mistakes and became aware of the dangers surrounding her.

In many ways, she's like her mother; vivacious personality, headstrong, determined and undeniably perceptive.

We had a party for her yesterday and she played the part of host to perfection.

I'm proud of you, baby. And thank you so much for all your smile, hugs and kisses.

-mumsy-L

What's new pussycat?

2006-11-20T21:29:00.000+08:00

Nothing much really..

.. although, I did get a new phone .. yes, I'm now in the know. Hooked myself up with a 3G phone and therefore consider myself officially "hip and happening". My first video conversation was with 3 ah-bengs whom are obviously friends with the guy I bought the phone from.

.. my second video conversation was with Sing-Sing gal, while having lunch .. with each other! Yes, we are that dense. Irregardless, I'm sure the waiters still thought we were "cute".

-i-can-see-youuu-L

I am guilty..

2006-11-13T22:23:00.000+08:00

I am guilty of the following -

1. Saying "I love you" to a complete stranger, one carefree night where I was privy to wearing a US$100,000 necklace in my plunging black dress...

2. Alowing myself to be immersed replying work mails, while little Ni-Mu emptied a whole tub of aqueous cream all over her face and body. Her skin is going to be sooooo soft for the next week or so..

3. Not keeping track of our Astro bills which led to the service being cut off and us watching regular TV.. which led to me being hooked on bloody Bawang Putih, Bawang Merah.

4. Being too lazy to update this blog, eventhough gazillion-jillion things has happened. Hmm, perhaps blogging is becoming a little bit (needlessly) complicated.

.. And many more since my last entry.. what can I say, I've been a naughty-yummy-mummy. So in the light of the joyous month of Syawal.. I'd like to wish everyone Selamat Hari Raya (..yes, guilty of not wishing all of you too..) and obviously being guilt-ridden.. Maaf Zahir Batin.

-acquitted-nevertheless-L

Misty eyed..

2006-10-09T21:22:00.000+08:00

And so the haze is back with a vengeance. It's so bad, that I can't even see the infamous "Savannah" construction, which is just a few kilometres away. For once I can imagine that I'm living on top of some mountain, surrounded by rolls of mist..

On a more happy note, we celebrated Mrs Bono's birthday over the weekend and stuffed ourselves silly. It was wonderful to see Mr. Bono happily snapping pictures of guests coming in.. kissy-kissy on the cheeks with the birthday girl.. and still clicking away during the dinner .. and maneuvering himself around the house as she opened up her prezzies, getting the best angles.

Isn't it wonderful to know that at least you're a supermodel to someone...

-misty-hazy-L

Soulmate..

2006-10-05T11:47:00.000+08:00

I came across this while clicking the time away yesterday and the entry got me to thinking about it. Deep inside all of us want to believe in the concept of soulmate. I once heard a very interesting remark on this - "I don't believe in soulmates but I believe that once you've found that special someone, you work hard to make the relationship work. And vice-versa." Even a non believer believes in the notion that we all eventually will find that other person that essentially can complete you.

Remember that line from Jerry Maguire?

You complete me.

Can there be any other 3 words that so succinctly describe someone's gratitude in making themselves whole?

I'm not saying that all of you singles out there are running around half complete. I've been there.. And I truly believed I was complete (complete neurotic and complicated person..), but the search was on.. and it doesn't necessarily mean that we're always in search for the sensational person who can treat you like the goddess that you are. The search was on to find things, activities that'll make you feel complete, even just for that split second.

With that said, I'm not saying that it's okay for those who has supposedly found their other half to go out and search for things that'll complete you further.. Because in this case, you should be searching for something that will complete the both of you, like that diamond ring or the latest offerings in the golf setion. As long as it does not affect the precarious balance which you've been working so hard for.

And so, do I believe in soulmates? ..I do, the foolish romantic that I am.. but I also know we all live in the real world, where romance is but a lilliputian island surrounded by harsh waters.

But still, I have found mine.. there I've said it.. Would he say the same?

-soulful-L

To the left.. to the left..

2006-10-03T10:58:00.000+08:00

When I was single, my aim was to lead a strong, confident, fulfilling and independent life. I made it a point to be mobile (i.e, have a car) and buy my own place in anticipation of leading a somewhat "Bridget Jones-ish" lifestyle.

I could actually see myself singing "All By Myself" on New Year's eve and eating tubs of ice cream while watching dvd's. And how I vowed to migrate by the age of 32 if there's nothing left for me here to explore.

Well I'm 32 now, and if you ask me whether anything has changed since my archetypal singleton dream... all I can say is .. Not really.

Don't get me wrong, I love being a mother, nothing can beat having little Ni-Mu around. In fact, I now foresee us singing a duet "Just the two of us" instead of "All by myself" .. (okay .. maybe more along the line of Barney songs..). And then of course, there's Homer. God bless him, but I can't fight the feeling that we girls must always watch our own backs.

The saddest thing is, in as much as some girls work so hard in getting their lives together.. there'll always be some other people that deliberately shuts them down. Society tries to make women believe we are nothing without our traditional support system. And it makes me angry.

I was talking with an old friend last week and she was just getting over a relationship. It pains me to hear that even after going through a harsh break up in a manner that I don't even wish for my enemies, someone told her that perhaps she could have behaved differently (read: forgiving) she would still BE in a relationship.

The point is, she did not want that kind of relationship. She was like me, and I knew she was already slipping so far away from her old self. She's on her final stage of her break up. And so we celebrated by singing to Beyonce's latest "Irreplaceable.." (or at least we tried..)

-irreplaceable-L

Random things that made me smile ..

2006-10-02T09:50:00.000+08:00

- a guy wearing a t-shirt that said "I GOT SOME LAST NIGHT" winking at me while we passed each other on the escalator.

- Bumping into an old friend that kept on complimenting on how fantastic I look, and I was not wearing any makeup!

- Tried on a pair of skimpy shorts, and bought it, realizing how great my butt looked in them and then finding out that it was "small" size. (alright.. this one will make make me giddy with happiness for the next couple of weeks.. at least..)

- a phone call from an old acquaintance, whom I thought would never call again.

- how great my lasagna turned out, considering it was my first time baking them in the convection microwave.

-still-smiling-L

Nawaitu...

2006-09-25T12:59:00.000+08:00

It's that time of the year again... No water, food, sex, among other things... during daytime. Food and sex.. no problems.. I can think of it as one of the many ways I can lose weight, and it's not like I sneak to Homer's office and "do" it at the emergency staircase on a daily basis...

But the water bit.. Did you know that I drink 3 bottles of 1.5 litres water everyday?? It's gonna be tough, especially when I didn't fast last year.. (due to pregnancy)..

Ramadan Mubarak!

-might-start-tomorrow-L

Why we can never..

2006-09-19T09:53:00.000+08:00

form a "sisterhood of the traveling pants"..

By "we", I mean my dearest group of friends..

- at one point or another, one of us would pregnant.
- our size fluctuation rivals the stock market.
- we may have lost all the "baby weight" but the body structure is a different story.

And so, I am proposing the formation of the "sisterhood of the traveling sarong"

One size fits all!

-tra-la-la-L

I hate the haze.

2006-08-28T09:53:00.000+08:00

Last night, I could see clearly KL's skyline.. It's been a while since I saw my beautiful city in all its splendour and its beautiful lights. This morning, it is still clear.. and I gave a silent pray that the haze has finally made its way out of the system.

I mean, the view from my place is not fantastic or anything, I can see the ongoing construction of a new highway, the low cost flats nearby and the monstrous development sprouting a few kilometres away. But at least, I can see them and take them all in as part of my surroundings.. Seeing things clearly means I won't step on shit and drag them everywhere unknowingly, spreading the stench.. Not that the haze was that bad that I can't see the pile of shit.. but you guys know what I mean..

Even when things are not as picturesque as we'd want it to be .. I'm sure everyone is glad that the haze is gone right? It even makes me want to thank last Friday's flashfloods cos it means washing away the haze..

This entry is mundane, just like my morning.. but I just needed to get it out..

-clearer-is-better-L

W.O.T.Y

2006-08-23T12:04:00.000+08:00

And so with one proclamation, the little girl is someone's wife.. with that single action, she's now a "Datin". She looks so happy. I pray that she will not be forsaken by her man, and wish her all the happiness that she has long dreamed of.

As she slips the ring on to the groom's finger, I can't help but see the tell-tale mark of the previous band. And I thought to myself, he used to build his life with another, he promised to be true to her, but it was over. I wondered how she's taking all this, and wished her all my best as she begins her new life.

Love is truly blind, to quote a song, "..it's like chocolate cake, like cigarette.. I know they're bad.. but I just can't get enough...".

I can't really say that I know the little girl well, but by association, I know her ups and downs and in a certain way, I feel close to her. She certainly always makes me feel good about myself and even with her stature, she'd still come up and say hello to me in the open air car park while I was walking back to my car.

She's so optimistic about everything, and in the rush of having our pictures taken, she said, "welcome to the club..!" .. I corrected her and said, "..No, you, welcome to the club.. It's not easy you know..." To which she replied in her giggling girlish manner, " tau..."

Many happy returns, and semoga bahagia hingga ke anak cucu..

-ushered-L

Bad day? Have a drink..

2006-08-16T14:11:00.000+08:00

A couple of days ago, Subby Hubby was having a bad day, and he really needed a break so I invited him to come over to our place. At around 6.30 he called to say that his car wouldn't start, apparently he left his headlights on. Homer went to save him while waiting for the service guy to come with the new car battery.

An hour later the guy called to say that he's already on Jln Ampang so we all towed little Ni-Mu into the car (since she's still wide awake) and made our way back to where his car was. We thought his woes would come to an end, but lo and behold, the service guy called to say that he had a flat tyre and so he had to wait longer.. Bad karma or what??

When the guy finally came (there were other issues.. believe it or not..), we left so we could have our dinner. Subby Hubs then came back to our place for some finger licking good chicken.. (What? You all thought I'd cook?? ..), and after gobbling down the chicken he looked at us with a huge grin and said,"Guess what was the service guy's name.."

Tom Yum! (This is real, I've seen his business card)

Nope. It's similar to your favorite drink..

Huh? Diet Coke?

Close. You guys ready? His name is Pepsi... Pepsi Chin. Here's his card..

*imagine all three of us laughing while we peeked at the card.

Okay, It was very mean of us to laugh at someone's name, but we just couldn't help it..

From now on, when subby hubby has a bad day, I'll tell him to have a Pepsi...

-cosmo-poh-li-tan-L-ha-ha-

What's new pussycat?

2006-08-09T11:05:00.000+08:00

I've just been reminded by Subby Hubby on the lack of updates on the blog, and I have to admit that time haven't been on my side. Although, I can still find time to buy lingeries from La Senza (meeoooww), 2 pairs of shoes and more clothes since my Bandung trip. My credit card has never been more exhausted!

So, PGL the musical is back, and this time around I was determined to go (missed the last one), I was dropping hints big time and Homer came through.. hurrah! He listens after all.. We saw it last Sunday night and I'm proud to say that the artsy-fartsy-pants in us is still alive and kicking.

My favorite scene has to be when Sultan Ahmad came out singing how great it is to be King. Note to self, must ask Pat whether Sultan Ahmad has a penchant for Michael Jackson.. From where we were, it looked like the King of Pop himself was dancing on the stage.. Anyway, judge me all you want, while everyone was going ga-ga over Stephen Rahman Hughes.. I thought the King was great.. Adlin Ramlie, that is.. Hang Tuah has never been really top of my list..as like many other female population out there.. the bad boy thing is just so hard to resist..

I can't really say much on the male population.. I suppose they're also intrigued by dangerous women.. so the Puteri would be a great combo "lemah-lembut", looks to match, mystical powers and to top it all off, she wears a bustier all the time! (ala pussy cat dolls but with sarong instead of hot pants..)

Dang.. I should go back to La Senza and get those bustiers with matching garters... hmm

-dangerously-L

Needlessly Complicated, Really!

2 years have passed!!??!

Love

What are you ready for?

A wish was all it took.

Good news, bad news

Not so SUNny Day

So near yet so far

Yoohoooo Frank!

Hello '09!

You jump, I jump, right?

What I want for Christmas..

Book number #2

Yooo Hoooo... Where are you?

Happy Birthday Sayang

Life's a bitch

My Merry Life

In the still of the night..

Worthy of a note..

You know your trip will be great when..

I'm a machine.. A *bleeping* machine..

Are you alive Romance?

The B's are now 3..

Chiffon and Wax CAN make a girl happy..

What happens in Vegas..

That grey striped cat.

A letter for Mr. AZ

Lucky..

I finally did it!

I blinked and missed the light saber...

What's been up?

Brroaarrrrrrrrr!

Meeooowwwwrrrr

Stepping out in style

What to do..

Dear John...ny

I have my blonde moments..

Pit.. not to be confused with Pitt.

A bug slipped in between the cracks..

First for the year...

Highlights and Lowlights

What I want for Christmas..

The price for vanity

Keeping Fit.. My way

How many cards did you get?

Eid is upon us!

Short.. shorter...

In your Face!!!

A Grim Reminder

The Marrying kind.

The tale of Fiji and Kiki

I wasn't dreaming..

M-I-C... see you real soon!

Do I still need a helmet?

You don't know me... or do you?

My solecism...

Wanted...

Life is a stunt!

I'm still here..

GST

Is it really 6/6?

The skinny on skin

A year wiser? Really?

Another confession..

My name is L...

Has it been that long?

Time after time.

Things I discovered this past week

Tagged!

Java Jazzzzzzz

That black guy..

Not just Wednesday

The throne..

The dating game.

And how was your weekend?

Up, up and awaaayyyy

Yezzaa?

Dr. House in the house!

Holy Pants!

Curly-wurly-fuzzy-woozie..

I'm a machine.. A bleeping machine..