Me, myself & I

I do believe that I am the MOST selfish person in the world nowadays. Everything is about ME. When it comes to food, it’s what I want to eat or drink. When I go to sleep, Homer, is only allowed to watch his daily dosage of Desperate Housewives using headsets. When I have the hunger pangs in the middle of the night, I’ll wake Homer up so he can make toast/soup/instant noodle for me, as I may faint from all the hunger.

My drinks have to be just the right mix of Sunquick and cold water, juices must be chilled and not too sweet. I have priority when it comes to bathroom use. If I say my breasts hurts, it will remain that way until I say so, no touching… or even staring! I must never come in contact with trash, and it has to be taken out everytime I say so. I decide which programmes I prefer to watch, and that’s final. Everything must be done my way… or the highway, baby!

I do believe that Homer is trapped in a hellish nightmare created by none other than evil moi.. Muahahahahaha… For the guys, be happy that I’m NOT your wife.. and for the girls, pray that your other half is as tolerant as Homer.

On another, less self absorbed note, (yeah, rrrright .. ) I realized that prunes really do what they’re supposed to. I may have ingested too much prunes yesterday and therefore had to suffer the whole of last night. So my lesson of prunes while being preggers would be to eat no more than 10 a day.

-queen-L

What I did (eat) today.

Woke up, extremely annoyed with Homer for sleeping too close and breathing out his carbon monoxide on my face.

Peed, wash face and brushed my teeth, not particularly in that order.

Walked downstairs to the kitchen, poured milk into my bowl of cereal, had some orange juice and switched on the computer.

Replied to some work mails, made 2 piece of toast and slathered them with cream cheese spread. Finished it off with 2 glasses of apple juice.

Looked into the fridge and saw yesterday’s leftover roast beef sandwich, ate it. More juice.

Sent Homer to work, in silence as still very annoyed with him (for the carbon monoxide and ……. Argh!)

Made several phone calls, more work mails and read about the progress of my pregnancy. Think I am obsessed with all these pregnancy websites, must stop. Oohh! Just found a site that has yoga videos for preggers people.. woohoo!

Dang! I’m hungry again. Made more toast, spread the cream cheese, then remembered that I have two hard boiled egg in the fridge. Sliced them up, mix in some mayo and voila.. egg mayo sandwich. Washed it down with cold water.

I spy with my eye, something round and orange. Mandarin oranges, peeled them and had 2. (They’re oranges and therefore good for me, plus its rich with vitamin C, right?)

God almighty! I’m still hungry!

*sigh*

2 scoops of Jamoca Almond Fudge ice cream sounds good.

One of the website says that I don’t have to eat for two, even though I am pregnant. I only need an extra 300 calories. Does the above add up to 300 calories? I t-think so!

Arrrgghh... and it's only 2.30 pm...

-10-weeks-and-counting-L

Doctor, doctor .. Where art thou?

Being abroad is tough, especially when you’re only 5 months into your new territory. Not knowing where to hang out, making new friends, yadda..yadda..

With my new condition, I am faced with a slight quandary, where can I find a good OB-GYN? Someone I can feel comfortable with, excellent communication with patients, using up to date technology, no previous malpractice suits, and most importantly, gentle when it comes to you-know-what….

In short, what I want is … dare I say it? A Vagina Whisperer…

*sigh*

I miss Dr. Alex

-does-this-mean-I-have-a-wild-vagina-L?

He made me cry!

I just bawled my eyes out over Oprah - The Live Strong, Lance Armstrong interview. But this is NOT due to pregnancy emotional roller coaster ride, at least not entirely. I AM AN EMOTIONAL person and my eyes turn into watery pools whenever I watch sad movies or the likes of that. I cry at weddings, and I remembered that sometimes when I am far away from Homer, I could call him up at godly hours and sobbed away, missing him. But it could still be partly due to pregnancy.. I mean, I was making spinach and mushroom pastry (recipe courtesy from Lisa), listening to the interview and crying.. all at the same time! The spinach pie turned out fantastic, considering that this is my first time EVER making a pie! And all that while sobbing for Lance Armstrong... ********** Arghh! Homer just called to say that we're having dinner out, his ex-colleague from Tehran is in town.. Ah well, more pies for me!! -baker-L

Was that the hormones?

It's only been 5 days since the "big" news but I can see so much changes in me already. I wonder whether I feel this way because I am pregnant or because I have read up too much stuff on pregnancy online. I think I've been to too many websites on pregnancy.. I mean really, a lot, so much so that I have even stumbled on a website that showed a porn star's nude photo of herself a few days before her due date.. (. I am secretly hoping that I'll look as good as she does when I've packed up so much weight!) Physically, I see no difference yet.. perhaps some tightening around the tummy area and my breast hurts like hell. I sleep way earlier than my normal time.. by 9.00 pm, and I am up and about(and surprisingly chirpy) by 7.30 am. This is so out of this world! I've NEVER been a morning person... Mentally... woo hooo.. I have upped my "activities" exponentially. I know that Homer feels like all this is killing him softly.. pushing him away, yelling at him (more than usual), doing quadruple eye-roll with perfect landing (never knew I could do that!) ... Yesterday, we went car window shopping to celebrate his passing of Dubai driving license. It has always been my dream to drive that big Landcruiser, so I was hopping on and off the 4WD .. then Homer pointed out that I won't be able to do much of the "hopping" in 4 months time.. Ooohh.. the whole showroom turned to ice with a single shot of my look. Still sad with the fact that I may never have my Landsruiser, I kept quiet on the drive home. Was getting a little hungry so I was glad I packed some sandwiches in my bag. While opening the plastic zip container, I felt so overwhelmed with the fact that I actually packed sandwiches in my bag, that I bawled, "Oh no!! I am officially a bag lady .. I have everything I think I need in my bag!!!" I didn't know whether I should laugh or cry ... was it the hormones or just plain reading way too much information. In any case.. one of the website pointed out that I have 32 more weeks to look forward to.. I wonder if Homer can "tahan" that long.. -hungry-all-the-time-L

That little blue line

This is it, I am now at a junction in my life where a whole new bunch of challenges lies ahead. Peoples – I am with child, preggers, soon to be mommy.. whatever you want to call it, I AM PREGNANT!

We took the pee stick test about 5 days ago, and got a confusing result. A positive result should show a ‘+’ on one of the window, but mine just shows the straight top to bottom line without the horizontal line. Great, I thought, my life is needlessly complicated..haha!

I finally got a confirmation from a gynae at the London Dubai Clinic 2 days ago.

I am still stunned.

I broke the news to my family and close friends, who seems to be more excited than I am. And I wondered, what is wrong with me? Homer can’t wipe the smug smile off his face, and already beginning to annoy me with, “are you okay, sweetie?” every 10 minutes. Hmmph!

Just got a call from the gynae who confirmed my blood and urine test came back healthy, and so I should look forward to a healthy first tri-mester. Okay, so far so good..

According to the doctor, I am 8 weeks into my pregnancy, which means, I took my little bundle to see the ping pong show .. Aiyeee! Well, let’s just hope that it was still in its embryonic stage and was not be affected with what I saw .. eheheh.

-sleeping-earlier-like-I’ve-never-done-before-L

Life ..

Since the beginning of time, the big ol' question is .. What is the meaning of life? This is not an attempt to give a quick fix on what life is all about BUT, here's my take. Simply put - Life is a series of challenge, and the trick is to overcome each of the challenge that comes and see what other obstacle lies ahead.. and again tackle that challenge. Put it this way - every morning, we face the challenge of starting the day, by way of dragging our butt off to the bathroom, shower and get ready. As a kid, the challenge is to get adults to understand you, and in order to do that, the kid has to learn to communicate, and learn to emulate the adults. As a student, you need to overcome the academic year and get your degree, then you face the big bad world of "work". As a singleton, your hurdle is to find that perfect person. If you're married, then you're faced with the challenge of sharing your life with your other half. If you find yourself without any challenge, then I can bet that you find yourself wondering what life is all about. Well, stop wondering and challenge yourself. It's weird, but life is NOT life when it is NOT complicated. I'm up for a BIG.. HUGE challenge .. and I'm already taking it in stride, or am I? -back-in-sandy-dubai-L

Reflections

Have you ever wondered how others see you?

What do people see when they look at me? Looking at how they almost always speak either Mandarin or Cantonese, I’m assuming that I must appear “chinese-ey”.. What with my “sepetness”. But when I look at my pictures and the mirror, I see nothing of such. But over the years I have come to accept my appearance. Although, if anyone ever catches a glimpse of my IC, I could seriously pass off as someone’s maid. It is and still one of my most horrible picture.

I wondered today, as I trained the class, how they saw me. Young (ish), loud voiced, cheerful, confident, ms-know-it-all (at least on the subject), travels a lot .. Wow! I sound really good. But the fact is, I’m tired and I really can’t wait to see the self acclaimed fatty Homer.

i-wonder-if-i-have-a-funny-walk-L

The trainer in me..

Many of my friends think that I have a pretty easy going job, which I do and LOVE, but, when the time comes, I’ll be busy as a bee or the worker ant. I’ve been busting my ass talking to customers, telling people what should be done, spending time with my colleague and finding out what’s new at the head office.

And now it’s time for my trip to Singapore for a 3 day training. A big part of my job is actually to train people. There, I’ve said it. I am sort of a teacher, something I never imagined I will do. In fact I train people on how to …….. Well, I’ll leave it at that as I don’t think I want to divulge what exactly I do. For security reasons, I am sure you understand.

It’s going to be stressful and unnerving training in Singapore. The select few will ask very technical questions and I don’t quite like giving out too many technical information as it can get very boring and half the class would be nodding off to ZZ land. I can go ON and ON about light properties and angles etc, but that’s just not my style, you know??

Now, the two most important question is, what shall I wear and should I wear my hair up or down?

-nominated-best-dressed-trainer-L

The things I can think of

Because I have been working and traveling hard, I rewarded myself with a spa treatment, Javanese lulur massage.. ahhhhh… Mariam (the masseuse) started me off with a foot bath and salt scrub, then a full body massage and finally the Javanese lulur scrub. It’s been a while .. and what can I say, it was orgasmic. I felt like hugging her when I was done, I mean, I have been traveling and working none stop for the past 2 months and another strenuous leg by the end of this week. I held back .. Knowing that it is utterly weird and can be totally misconstrued, after all my sighing during the massage. Although … I have to say, at one point during the massage, I was struck with this thought. Has any of the masseuse ever slipped while massaging the lower part of the body? It is just a thought okay? I have NEVER experienced it myself, but just think.. All that oil .. strong hand pressure and movement .. slippery upper thighs .. In any case, my muscles are now relaxed and my whole body smells spa-ish.. ahhh. Oh! And another thing, why bother with the disposable g-strings, when we are covered “there” by towels anyway? -kneaded-and-softened-L

I felt it ...

It was surreal, I was about to go to sleep when the room swayed. I was under the covers and I thought my spinning headache is back. I closed my eyes and kept under covers thinking happy thoughts. Then, the phone rang. It was my colleague, frantically asking me whether I felt the tremors. I'm wide awake now. Was seriously thinking of checking out and drive back to KL, but my father and Homer advised against it. They told me to calm down and whatever it is stay away from the beach. Hello? The hotel is along Gurney Drive.. where do I run to? I've decided not to let my fear get to me, and just wait for official announcements. The hotel staff mentioned that during the previous Tsunami inceident, the water didn't even reach the hotel, and even their basement was not affected. So, after much contemplation, I decided to go back to my room, on the 35th floor. And tune to the local news. As I peer out of my window, the sea looks dark .. . I pray that the tremors I felt will not be as devastating as the previous earthquake. -all-packed-L

Yay to Monday!

I never thought I'd say this but I am GLAD that the weekend is over! For the first time in my life, I am thankful that it's Monday. It's been a mind numbing weekend, explaining, showing and more explaining. I've been couped up and today, finally I can see the sky! Penang is NOT shrouded by haze and I look forward to stuffing myself with food tonight. And as a bonus, I got to drive up to Tanjong Bungah last night to Waterworld for great seafood dinner. Having said that, my baby sitting job is all BUT over. *sigh*. Another long week with my colleague. Can't wait to get back to KL so he can just mind his own business while I sort out the trillion things that should've been done yesterday! Maybe I can just drop him off at Batu Ferringhi and leave him there to bask in the sun while I go for a massage??? Mat Salleh loves the sun and the sea right?? And guess what? I haven't even started booking for flight for the next leg of my trip.. arrghh!! I take it back... No Yay to Monday! -i-want-my-masage-now!-L

TGIF???

This just in; within days of recovering from a viral fever, L will be making a trip up north to ensure that the launch program with her business partner goes well.

*sigh*

I was hoping for a leisurely drive up, but with the heavy haze, I'm really not looking forward to it. Damn, and I wanted to show my colleague how beautiful it is outside of KL.

The backache has gotten worse, the laundry is piled up high, the apartment needs a vacuum and a mop and as usual, I haven't packed.. arggggghh! Maybe it is the curse of the ping pong show?

Isn't Friday supposed to be a good day?

-babysitter-L

All better..

I have been down with a nasty virus since I got back from Bangkok, and NO, it's not what you think. Fever, runny nose and massive headaches. Last night, I actually saw my whole room swing, and I puked my guts out. Nasty.

I have to get well soon, I've got a long 2 weeks ahead, my colleague is coming for some demonstrations and then I'm off for training sessions in Singapore.

Woke up groggy from my "swinging" room, and heard the familiar melody coming from my mobile.

Text message:

"Channel News Asia reports the death of an old Japanese woman aged 104. It is reported that she is the oldest virgin ever. Her name was Mati Mati Takmaukasi."

LOL! Feeling better already.

-hungry-like-mad-L

Wanna see a show??

Finally, we caught the show.. With ping pong balls, chopsticks, whistles, bananas, etc. as their props. Talk about great muscle control *down there*. The girls in the club were all topless, while some were naked altogether, not unlike the go-go bars downstairs. Homer mentioned that he was getting sick and tired of watching titties by the end of the show. (Yeah.. right) You've heard so much about these type of shows, that you come in with expectations, but it's nothing like what I imagined it to be. I had this "Moulin Rouge" set going on in my head, with girls doing their acts on a burlesque designed stage, and girls with peacock feathers in their hair taking our orders. Here's the real deal- We were greeted by a topless lady who showed us where to sit. I can see that Homer's colleague and boss were a little bit uncomfortable. The girls were not as pretty as the ones in the go-go club, but they were friendlier. The stage was decorated with balloons and 4 naked ladies were grooving while waiting for the show to start. Between acts we had to endure the 4 naked lady (national geograhic - esque) grooving. Although I have to say I am in awe of one lady who managed to pick up plastic glow in the dark bangles using chopsticks. Yes! Chopsticks! I left the place feeling somewhat deflated ... now I have to add a few more things to my "I'll never be able to do list". -down-with-flu-L

Sawa-Dee-Kaaa!

I arrived yesterday to screaming adoring fans and gazillion camera flashes.

Automatically, my hands went up to cover my face, "No pictures, please!". (this is the drama queen in me)

Not my fans of course. I just happen to walk out just before a Taiwanese pop star. The screams were deafening. I nearly had a heart attack plus, I think I'm a little deaf now.

The people in Homer's group are such do-gooders, no one knows where to go for the "tiger" shows, and seriously, I feel that the novelty is wearing off. *sigh* Am I a freak for wanting to see ping pong balls shows? Hey, you have to do this once in your life, right?

Plus, I can't seem to see my haloscan... argh!

-tired-L

When animals attack!

I’m a channel flicker. Until I see something interesting, I’ll leave it on for a while and see whether I want to stay on that channel. So I happened to settle for a while on channel 17. “When Animals Attack” was showing. Argh! Frantically pushed the "+" button.

These types of show scare me and bring back memories. I know I can be such a drama queen, but seriously, the marks on my upper arm remind me everyday of my “freak” attack.

We were on the last day of our honeymoon, everything was perfect and we had scheduled for a couples massage in the afternoon. We thought we’d go for a little bit of snorkeling before lunch. Into the clear, blue, turquoise water we went, swimming with my little fishies.

It was as if the beautiful school of fish knew I was leaving, they actually followed me back to the shallows of the beach. So decided to sit with my snorkeling gear on and played with them for a while before retiring on the hammock.

Gbvrroooo…vbfroow… (the sound of Homer saying something with his snorkel on), while tugging on my leg.

Fbrooo…gwbrooof..

Felt a bump on my arm.

Saw a moray eel swimming literally inches away from me.

Stood up immediately, turned to Homer and said, “OMG! Isn’t that moray eel?”

I think it bit you.
OowwwwwWWwooowwwWWoo. It stings! Argh! There’s blood.. OwwooWW
It’s okay, sweetie. It’s only a little bit, okay?
You sure?
Yes, sikit je. Come up, I’ll wrap it with a towel first okay?

Oww..ooww… pedih.. oww owWW
I just use the bath towel first okay?
Is it bad? It feels really bad..
No, a little bit only..
Tipu..
I call someone first okay? We’ll get you to a clinic.
Why? You said sikit je? OMG.. you’re lying aren’t you?
No.. but maybe we have to stitch it up..
Haa?? Oww.. ooWWW Oww

5 minutes later. A young boy came with 3 band-aids and some iodine.

Erm, I think we should take her to a clinic .. NOW
Sir, you said an eel bit your wife?
Yes! And I think we need more than the band aids..

Eh, I thought you said it’s a little bite..
I know sweetie, but it is always good to have it checked by the doctor, right?
Let me have a look at the bite.

Unwraped the towel, lifted my right arm.

Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God! You are right sir, I bring the Marine Biologist to have a look at her!

He started to run and fell, got to his feet again and ran again. Fast.

This is when I started crying, “You lied! You said it was just a little bite.. And it’s really painful” *Bawl*

We waited another 10 minutes, and by that time I was really worried. What if the thing was poisonous? Am I going to lose my arm? I don’t want to die on my honeymoon! Help! (Paranoid or what??)

The marine biologist insists that a moray eel does not come to the beach area, in fact they are usually found in deep waters. Who cares? We know what we saw. We watch Animal Planet, Goddamit! Homer unwrapped the towel and showed the wound.

Gasp! (Screaming to walkie talkie) get the speed boat ready! We’re sending Mrs. L to the clinic!

OOhoohoo. Now you believe us. My arm must look really horrible. There was so much buzz around us as we went to the jetty.

To cut long story short, I was asked to identify the culprit, which was a type of moray eel, a young one. The German doctor poured hydrogen peroxide on my arm and armpit, while his colleague snapped on my wounds. For educational purpose, he said. So, if you happen to see a picture of a woman's armpit with deep bite marks, that’s me!

This was also the day Homer discovered how well I can swear and use really bad and ugly Malay words! All thanks to hydrogen peroxide.

Because we were leaving that night, the doctor said that it won’t be good to stitch it up, plus he’s worried that there might be an infection which will make it worse. He cleaned it up nicely (and painfully) and told us to seek further medical attention when we get back to KL. Moray eels are not poisonous, but they eat dead fish so they have a lot of bacteria in their mouth, so I was given some antibiotics, pain killers and a few jabs (on my ass!) to help me through the afternoon.

Everyone on the resort fussed over me, from the manager to our masseuse. But I’m afraid that I will be forever be remembered by all the staff on that resort, as fish bait.

Back in KL, as we were rushing to the hospital, Homer told the story to my family. And my smart ass brother, J said, “Tu la… tak mandi terus masuk laut, deodorant pun mesti tak pakai!”. I wanted to strangle him, but I was high on painkillers.

-scarred-L

Latte at Ten

We had very interesting company last night. Well, not really company; per say, more like having 3 girls seated within our earshot, and eavesdropped on their conversation. (Can’t help it, think 3 very excited girls dishing out on what they think relationships are all about!)

YT 1: What was the most expensive gift you ever gave your boyfriend?
YT 2: Mmm, the first time we went out, I bought him a pair of Levi’s
YT 3: Oh, I actually bought my boyfriend the Sony Ericsson K700i phone, I just love giving him stuff. It really shows my commitment to him.

Wow! Are these girls for real? A mobile phone for the boyfriend? A pair of Levi’s on the first date? They could not be more than 20 years old!

YT 1: I don’t know whether he’s flirting with me or what..
YT 2: Well how does he act around you?
YT 1: You know he’s very touchy – touchy.
YT 3: He’s definitely flirting with you. If he keeps touching you while talking to you, that’s definitely flirting. Anything other than that is NOT!
YT 1: Ohhh..

My God! Entrepreneurina nearly snorted out her latte through her nose! “Flirting is not about touching while talking. You can still flirt with your eyes, smile, words? Should we tell them?” She yelped.

What we heard next is priceless.

YT 1: I’m not sure whether he’s my boyfriend or not..
YT 2: Why do you say that?
YT 3: He calls you a lot, right?
YT 1: Yeah and we sms each other a lot too.
YT 3: Well you guys are definitely boyfriend and girlfriend! It’s obvious that he cares for you!

To which Subby Hubby retorts, “Honey, he can be IN you and still not BE with you!”

Too true!

We all wanted to do the Young Things a favor and teach them a thing or two about boys and the crap that comes with it, but obviously it was not our place to say anything. Besides they were probably like me when I was “green” and would have “pooh-poohed” us as crazy “loser thirty somethings”.

YT 1: And what about you and Mr. X?
YT 2: I think he’s definitely ‘the one’ and I don’t want to lose him
YT 1: You know what, you should tell him.
YT 2: And say what?
YT 3: That even if you guys break up, you will still be friends, forever!

Seriously, Young Things! Why even bring this up?? You have NO idea how it’s going to end up and you’re already talking about staying friends forever?

I wondered if the 40 year olds next to us were listening to us, then Entrepreurina, Subby Hubby and me would be the “Young Things”.

-truly-learnt-my-lessons-L

Is it really the middle of March?

I cannot believe we’re halfway through March already. I’ve been so busy coming in and out of KL only to see that the first quarter of the year had literally whizzed by! And I am anticipating this week to pass by like lightning too.

Tomorrow I’ll be tied up the whole day training .. Not looking forward to it but hey, a girl’s got to make some money for all those shopping. I am reserving Wednesday for meetings before joining Homer in Bangkok on Thursday.

Aaah, busy Bangkok. Where Homer and his “homies” eagerly looks forward to hop in go-go bars and watch shows where ping pong balls and razors comes out from the tunnel of love (or is it just tunnel for them?).

I’ve been to Bangkok a couple of times before for work but I never did get to watch these shows. Me and my friend Dior, just could not bring ourselves into any of the clubs. Walking along Patpong road, we can see the topless girls dancing on table tops, writhing against the poles.

From where we were, we can hear the girls talking to each other, “ ar- rrai.. swwammmee.. krang krong raaaiiii… khap kum kaaa….” (this is my horrible interpretation of their beautiful language), it sounds like they were talking about normal stuff, probably they were talking about what they had for lunch or how they were stuck in traffic. We can see all the men oogling and cheering them on, while the girls just kept on dancing and talking; ignoring their drunken “adoring” crowd.

Some men were tugging on us to get into the club, “ come in madaamm, yu will enjoii.. show vely sensual.. vely sensuaalll.. madam! Come, come.. you and flend, pretty girls. You will laaiikk, sensual maadaaamm..”

Aieeeeeeeee!!!

We would have gone in but after seeing the girls dancing and talking like that we were not sure how we would enjoy the show. They look like they HAD to do it rather than they WANT to do it. So we wouldn’t know whether we should applaud and slip in tips on their G-string or just stare blankly at them and pretend we’re enjoying the show.

So any suggestions on where I should take Homer and his “homies” for a great boys night out?

-damn-good-wife-L

All for Mr ...

Buaya 69, who linked me on this-

1. What is the total amount of music files on your computer?

4.42 Gb equivalent to 1,116 songs. Wow! I can’t believe I have that much music. Though I have to say that this is shared between me and Homer. Unfortunately, we can’t afford 2 iPods. Mostly mainstream music, a little bit of ol’ skool (aah, the good old days), pretty much straightforward, trying to keep up with the music nowadays with the hope of being “hip” …. Yeah!


2. The CD you last bought?

While in Bandung (the land of cheap CD’s .. whaddaya know?), I bought 3 in one go: - Robbie Williams, The Greatest Hits.
- Peterpan, Bintang di Surga (Indonesian band)
- Melly Goeslaw (Indonesian Female artist)

3. What was the last song you listened to before reading this message?

Do you really want to hurt me? – Culture Club. ONLY because I was watching Naomi Campbell in a tell-all interview and she mentioned that she once danced in of one of their video clips, and they played the song … okay, so sue me.


4. Write down five songs that you often listen to or that means a lot to you

I Will Survive (Gloria Gaynor)– a must karaoke song! Plus, it’s my booster beat.

Stars (Simply Red) - *aahhh*, I wanna fall from the sky..straight into your arms..

The sun ain’t gonna shine - song – Can somebody please refresh my memory on this? You know that clubby song? To those who partied at DV8, Base, help? Faarrrrkkkkk! How can I forget this one??

Galvanize (Chemical Brothers)– *new* there’s just something about that line: “my finger is on the button”

Rich Girl (Gwen Stefani)- *new* nanananana..while singing, wishing that I am wealthy.

5. Who are you going to pass this stick to (3 persons) and why?

Izuan, cos’ I wonder what the younger generation listen to. And then perhaps I can dream about that frilly mini skirt again…

MzMin, apparentlly she’s broody today so I want to know what she’s been listening to.

Kusumadevi, since she’s soooo out this world after her “hare ohm hare ohm” trip.


Apparently there’s a curse. According to Buaya 69, in Irish it's Go gcreime maorlathaí míthrócaireach do dhiosca crua! Don’t ask me..

Right, now I can pack and hopefully be on time for my flight.

-back-in-kl-tomorrow-L