Thursday, December 28, 2006

Merry belated Christmas

I'm finally back in Melbourne, it was busy busy busy - basically just busy meeting up with friends. Had only an hour sleep on the plane and went out the whole day on boxing day, pffftt! Those girls just didn't allow me to go home.

Christmas's eve was great, doing the usual thing - barbecue at home with family and friends, then chasing each other with party spray cans and a lot of us got all wet. A lot of food and a lot of booze. I got the funniest yet most practical gift from Kriss Kringle - liver tonic tablets! Mandy brought that knowing that most of us are alcoholics, erm... I mean our hobbies are drinking.

Checked out a few places like 7ate9 and Sky Bar last weekend. Hated Sky Bar as it was really warm, I felt like I was in a sauna, couldn't stop sweating. On the other hand, 7ate9 was absolutely cool, with beautiful (mostly) people and good environment, although I got chatted up by the ugliest man in the house, darn anti-climatic.

It was great to have caught up with Wei Liang and Choon Meng a.k.a. ShuQi over the weekend. It's been ages that I've seen them. Those were the days when the three of us went clubbing, getting intoxicated together, then each of us doing our own things - they picked girls up and I got picked up. Nevertheless, the three of us will go home together, wasted, noisy, funny and happy. Those were the days...

I've heaps of pictures but I've no time to upload them. Had only a few hours sleep and got woken up by hunger. Steph is down (again) for holidays and looks like she's having a lot of fun, good for her. Jo is coming in two hour's time and I've only got a few hours' sleep, shite... looking forward to see her and have our endless coffees and goss.

Anyways, Merry Belated Christmas everyone!

Sunday, December 24, 2006

I Like New Questions

Before I leave...

Top 5 questions I've got from this trip home.

1) When did you get back??? (big eyes staring at me)
2) Why didn't you call me???
3) When are you leaving???
4) Huh???!!! Why so soon???
5) Make sure you call me out before you leave again, promise????????

Not complaining but I need fresh conversations.

Tired, still.

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Star of December '06

I'm sorry but I have to show them off. Two best things I've had for the month.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

I've Got All the Good Men

Excuse the intoxicated Lynn. It's Wednesday and everyone should know it's one of the most important night for me.

I feel truly blessed as I've finally realized, after so many years, the men, those men who were once really nice to me, are still really nice to me - I'm talking about tonight, right now. I don't know what have I done to deserve all these, but for you men who are reading these -

Thank You. I Truly Appreciate It and I Truly Understand What You Men Meant -


Roasted Dragon has been watching me like a guardian angel the whole night. So-Called-My-Boyfriend, as usual, has been telling half of the world about me and was the nicest man to be with, both to me and my girls. Mr Caterpillar Balloon was the one who guarded me home - sent me home and made sure I'm safe. Just imagine when these three men got together and started drinking *shakes head* I was the victim despite being loved.

What else can I say?

Moving on to my loveliest Dad.

I went shopping and splurged on this Fendi black Spy bag in lamb calf. I've to admit that it's kinda pricey, but I really liked it. I was very determined to pay for myself, erm... don't ask me how but I was. But my dad, being the sweetest dad ever, didn't want to take my money (trust me, I gave him the cash, 20% of it). No one will believe how much my dad loves me (and vice versa). It's strange when two temperamental psycho in the family love each other so much. No one understand us. It's just the normal mum loves son, dad loves daughter kinda family but mine is just a little of an extreme.

Am not saying this because he's paying my bills. Friends who knows me understand that my dad has always been pampering me more than he should. And thank god, my mum loves me just as much. Perhaps this is the time when you understand why I call myself lucky. I am lucky. My family's the best of the best, I have heaps of good friends both in KL and Melbourne, and one in Sydney. What else can I ask for?

Thinking of all these has already confirmed that this Christmas is gonna be special to me. It's gonna be quiet yet a home-ly one. Not to forget this very special gift that I've gotten from *Sebastian - ultra limited edition Gucci 85th commemorable perfectly-printed-and-boxed-book. It was so me, so beautiful, so limited-edition, so glam, so heavy, so pleasing, so Lynn.

Thank you. Thanks to my dad who can never take my money regardless of anything.
Thank you. Thanks to my lover who gave me the Gucci book. You know I love you!
Thank you. Thanks to my so-called boyfriend who unconditionally love me for all these years.
Thank you. Thanks to mr. Roasted Dragon for being the guardian angel when I don't even deserve being watched.
Thank you. Thanks to mr. Caterpillar Balloon for the patience, for the ride, for our past, for me and for you.

p.s. I'll post picture of my super cool Gucci book and ultra sexy black Fendi Spy tomorrow.

Also, Fendi vip fashion show on Friday, 2-4pm, anyone wants to go with me?

Monday, December 18, 2006

About Me, Me, Me

I’ve been tagged by June. I know this is lame (okay, June is not *wink*) but I've all the time in the world so, why not?

Layer ONE
On the Outside
Name : Lucky Lynn
Birth Date : 25th April 1981
Current Status : Eligible
Eye color : Dark Brown
Hair Color: Black
Righty or Lefty : Righty
Zodiac Sign : Taurus the Bull

Layer TWO
On the inside
Your Heritage: Malaysian Chinese
Your Fears: Getting Sick. No $$
Your Weaknesses: Fine Food, Handbags and Fun
Your Perfect Pizza: Anything without capsicum and onion

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Your thoughts first waking up: I shall sleep more...
Your Bedtime: The time when I hit the sack
Your most missed memory: Too much to mention but I don't spend much time missing the past. Having a good time now and a better time tomorrow means more to me.

Layer FOUR
Your Pick
Pepsi or Coke : Caipiroska/Martini
McDonald’s or Burger King : Burger King
Adidas or Nike: Adidas
Lipton tea or Nestea: Green Tea
Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate
Cappuccino or coffee: Bubble Tea

Layer FIVE
Do you
Smoke : Socially
Curse : Learning not to

Layer SIX
In the Past Month
Drank alcohol: You mean yesterday, right?
Gone to the mall: Hello? That's my third home
Been on stage: Yes
Eaten sushi: Of course
Dyed your hair: No way

Have You Ever?
Played a stripping game: Not yet
Changed who you were to fit in: I don't need to

Age you’re hoping to be married: Wow... this is hard. For now, say 29?

Layer NINE
In a Girl/Guy.
Best eye colour: Not fussy
Best hair colour: As long as it's clean.
Short or long hair: Short

Layer TEN
What Were You Doing.
1 minute ago : Chatting with Angela & Jeff
1 hour ago : Brunch and Sudoku
4.5 hours ago: Sleeping
1 month ago : Dinner at Via Veneto before going to Madame Brussel then Boulevard. It was my so-called farewell
1 year ago: You won't believe this but I can tell you exactly what I've done - yam cha with mum at Chynna, KL Hilton; coffee with Eleana at La Bodega, BSC; then seafood dinner at 23 with family. Don't ask me how I remember, but I'm not lying.

Finish the sentence
I love: my life, my family and my friends
I feel: like shopping
I hate: getting up early
I hide: my tummy with long tops
I miss: eating all the food in the world and not putting on a single pound
I need: to win the Tattslotto

Tag 5 people
1. Stephanie
2. Kimberly
3. Joanne
4. Eleana
5. Writer

Identity Theft

Got a phone call from the bank. My mastercard got cloned, AGAIN! This is like the fifth time since I've got my first supplementary plastic card from my parents. Well, it's not like it costs us but I just don't like the idea of someone cloning my credit card, in a way, my identity was stolen. This time the thieves are in HK, damn... I should be the one travelling! Wonder what have they bought, Vuitton? Vivienne Westwood? Balenciaga? Blahnik? Oh no! I feel like smacking them, they should at least send something to me to show their gratitude.

I'm feeling so fat now. Dad was asking me what I wanted for dinner last night, I wanted Bak Kut Teh. They then drove me to Old Town to fix my craving - my parents are the best!!! My mum is at the same time a funny woman. On one hand she was telling me I'm now too chubby, on the other hand she was making me eat more than I should. Like when I went down for brunch today, I got what I wanted, she took a glimpse at my bowl and said "why are you eating so little?"

Women are contradictory.

I'm still wondering where did the thieves swipe my card.

Extended Alcohol Effects

Eleana wanted to shut me up with a band-aid that she was using for her wound on her finger, mean!

I was having some sort of a hangover from those Old Parr from dinner the evening before. I swear I wasn't that pissed but I somehow got up with some sort of a headache, not exactly a headache, it's just one of those days where you feel like your head is heavier than it should be, low in energy, if you get what I mean.

By time I was all dolled up and ready to go, all I needed was a nap, I was so tired I could hardly talk properly/sensibly. Keat called me from Melbourne and she was asking me what was wrong as I didn't sound right. It was good to hear from her though.

Eleana and Eileen came to pick me up in a cab (yes, these days we don't drive, unless we don't intend to drink, if that is at all going to happen), I hopped in the cab and for some strange reasons, I started talking comically. I was entertaining myself and the girls with my nonsense from home all the way to Renaissance. Thank god the cab driver was a Malay and he had no idea what I was talking about except for when I said pussy in his language. The girls couldn't stop laughing.

Apparently, according to Eleana, my syndrome got worse when I was at the dinner. Ops, before I forget, it's Wendy and Casey's wedding last night, congratulations. Eleana got so annoyed with me during dinner, she threatened to stick her band-aid on my lips to shut me up if I make anymore crazy noises. I proudly told her that my lips are too thick and it wouldn't work. Irritated was Eleana.

I was suppose to be upset with Eileen for going to the hair salon without me (although I wouldn't go even if she had invited me to). Therefore I decided to bug her with that the whole evening. Annoyed was Eileen, happy was I. Everyone at the table had concluded that the effect of alcohol from last night had just started to hit me, maybe they were right.

Adjourned to Velvet after the dinner. That's when my so-called hangover went away. Thanks to the alcohol, again. See, no one believes me that alcohol cures. I've proved it over and over again that the only way to avoid hangover is to stay drunk. Take my words, or you'll regret *wink*

Didn't take any picture at the wedding as I was really not feeling well, and I was too busy talking. Hopefully Kuan had captured some nice ones with her new camera, her camera was super funky.

As usual, Velvet was ultra packed. Was making my way to the loo and bumped in to Kimberly. Before she even said hi to me she had already threw me a question in astonishment...
"what are you doing with her??"
"who?" I was still blur
"Emily Cheah (the kleptomaniac) la!"
"what? I'm not with her, cheeooyy!"
We then burst into loud laughter but not as loud as the music at Velvet. Can't believe Kim thought that of me!

Speaking of the music, Velvet plays R&B every Saturday and surprisingly, I'm okay with it. Oh, if you haven't already know, I hate R&B, I listen to them only at home. If I go out clubbing, it's either house, hard nrg, trance or retro, no thanks to R&B. But somehow R&B is bearable in KL, strange. Must be the booze, or the familiar faces.

Had a good sleep after some satisfying oily supper in town. Got up fresh and nice, headache was gone. I'm hungry now, supper or not?


Sunday, December 17, 2006

The Zipless F*ck

Was catching up on some old articles from some magazines and came across this article about open relationship, sexual freedom, swinging and the 'new' monogamy. Then it mentioned something about...

"all men need just four things. Food, shelter, pussy... and strange pussy."

There may be a big portion of dumb men like that around, who I believe many of you girls have enough experience with them, but I don't think all men are of that category. What about their cars, TVs, career and ego? Bwahahahaha...

There's also a list of modern monogamy glossary...

Open Flirting - flirting is fun, as long as there's strictly nothing hands-on.
Waistline Monogamy - touching and kissing - all activities above the waist.
Clinton Monogamy - oral sex doesn't count.
Body-fluid Monogamy - close, but not that close; you must be separated from all other sexual partners by a layer of latex.
The 50-Minute Rule - you don't sleep with anybody in your home city.
Ethical Slut - a sexually promiscuous person who is completely honest and open about who she sleeps with and why.
Human Sex Toy - someone a couple brings into the relationship to spice up their love life by watching them have sex, or getting together with one of them while the other one watches.
Polyamorous - having multiple partners openly and consensually.
Voyeurogamy - you can look, but you can't touch.
Trinogamous - being in a committed relationship - comprising three partners.

Interesting, very interesting, although these are not new to me anymore. I've got friends around who practise the modern monogamy. Wonder if I can be in an open relationship when possessive was my second name (note: past tense - was). I was selfish, I was(probably am still) crazy, I got jealous easily, I had double standards - I wanted my cake and ate it. I wanted freedom for me and containment for him. I wanted to have him all to myself and not belong to him.

Was that too much to ask for?

Saturday, December 16, 2006

All Good Things (Come to an End)

Was having a loOOoong and crazy with bottomless whisky dinner with my family, relatives, business associates and friends before - someone threw a question to me...

why do you wanna stay in Australia and look for a job??? You can in fact come home, ask your dad to make a phone call and get a job that you like in KL?

Well, uncle L is not the first person who threw that question to me.

I know I can do that. But I want to try it myself, in Melbourne - not because I know I'm exceptionally smart, but because I've got that exceptional relationship with Melbourne. I feel it, I really do.

So my dear friends and enemies (who reads my blog religiously), please pray for me to give myself a chance to strive in Melbourne, before I can put my head down and come home to the so-called 'whatever-i-like kinda life'.

I need more support from you people.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Worth So Little???

My blog is worth $3,951.78.
How much is your blog worth?

Trust me, with time, my blog would worth more than the slut's.

My Tarot Card

You are The Empress

Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.

The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents,
beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home
decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.

The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

I'm so sorry, because of one wrong answer that I gave, I got the wrong card as an answer. Did the test again, gave the right answer and this is what I've got. It's exactly the same thing as what a Taurean is. This is what I read about whenever I read about a Taurean, the sign of Venus, therefore, it's very true. Have I told you that Taureans are materialistic?

Last Night

Bumped in to Kelvin and Derek at Mambo last night. Due to the "low-quality" of men in KL clubbing scene these days, the two of them had instantly became the two of the few good looking men last night. Well, I've never categorized them as cute/hot (sorry, I don't lie so don't kill me for that) but at least they are tall and clean (not oily!).

I was mixing all kind of different drinks last night - started with vodka, followed by whisky before that whisky x wine-cooler, and ended with champagne. I was expecting a hangover today as I went to bed with such bad headache but when I got up without much sleep, I was absolutely fine. No thanks to the annoying contruction work my neighbour's having, which was just outside of my window! They wanna have a fish pond at the back of the house, f*ck them, their back is so small and they can hardly walk, who in that f*cking home came up with the idea of fish pond?

How I wish there's a rule where construction work can only start after 1pm.

We were cam-whoring again last night. Why does girls like taking so many pictures? But last night even the boys were hogging the camera. There were this Californian guy and his friend who is a South Korean but lives in Norway that we got to know last night, who took quite a few pictures with us. I somehow thought the Korean guy, John looks a little like Peter, but John's much better looking. Am sure Keat would love to meet him *wink*After I got woken up by the noises, I went down for an extra large mug of apple and celery juice. Girls, trust me, that helps when you've got a headache from hangover. Had my breakfast and read the papers, finished the Sudoku in the papers and wanted to sleep more. Then my maid informed me that the tradesmen are coming to repair the leak in my bath tub's piping, f*ck. Therefore I went for a massage instead.

It was so good. Honestly, Thai Odyssey is one of the best I've been to in KL. They are all Thai masseurs, very professional. Service is good and it's absolutely clean. They've also recently won some best reflexology award in Malaysia kinda thing, so I heard from one of the customer while I was paying. I've been going to this place for two years now I guess, everytime when I return to KL, this is one place that I cannot miss going. Every five days, religiously. I only do their aromatherapy relaxation massage instead of their traditional thai, as Angela said it's too vigorous, yes it is.

As I was going out, my dad was having his lunch...

"going out?"

"where are you going?"
"again? Haven't you just went a few days ago?"
"that was last Saturday, means it's not a few days ago, it's many days ago."
"your bones are all gonna turn soft soon."
"haha... I wish."
"are you addicted to massages?"
"no, I'm just compensating what I've been missing while I'm away"

Good Fun

Phew... finally. I've resolved to Starbucks. The modem at home died on us, so the whole family can't get online. This is in fact the nearest place I can get in touch with the world, despite the ten bucks green tea, which I have heaps of them at home.

Managed to get four tops in twenty minutes while waiting for Angela at Pyramid. Didn't know that place actually has shops that you can shop *tongue out* It's been at least two-and-a-half year that I've driven to Sunway, since I've left Monash. There are a lot of road changes but of course I managed to find my way.

June was absolutely right. She told me before that me and Angela will be able to get along, and we did. For some strange reasons, I've told her a lot about myself although I've only met her twice. We've in fact have a lot in common, but she's smarter and has gone through a lot in life, while I still think that I'm a bit of a bimbo.

Stood Roy up for dinner. He was a little pissed at me I guess. Called him yesterday and he sounded okay, I know he's always the best, I know he can never be angry at me. A bit of what happened - we're suppose to have dinner at Hartams, I met up with Angela for drinks at Sunway. After a few bottles of wine, we decided that it'll be a better idea for me to just stay and keep drinking. So I called Roy while he was already at Hartamas. Not my fault, it's the alcohol!

So I went home with no dinner, wolfed down all the roast duck my mum kept for me and finished up the last bowl of soup at home. Took a quick shower and went to bed with a headache. Poor Angela has gotta work the next day, while I woke up fresh and nice after a thirteen hours sleep *grin*

Alright, next time we'll do something not alcohol related, if it is at all possible. Before that Kaixin and Angela has to take turns between Bangsar-Sunway. Now can we do Bangsar-Sunway-1-U/The Curve? Looking forward to next week's meeting.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Clubbing Family

Was at Velvet on Saturday night, with Eileen, Eleana, Alice and Steph. However, it seems like most of the KLites who goes clubbing were there. It was jam packed. Saw one after another familiar faces, it takes you ten minutes just to make your way to the back as you've to keep making your stop to say hi to friends. My brother and Rowena was there as well with the gang. It's really nice to have a brother and sis-in-law who parties with me once in a while, as Alice said "what a big happy family". Yeah, in a way we are.

Bumped in to Kimberly a.k.a. t0othfairie, and it was the first time we've met each other in person. She seems to be really sweet, contrary to her ball-breaking online persona. Whatever it is, I was half way on my train ride to getting smashed, all I remembered was her touching her chin(literally) to tell me that her last name is Chin. We exchanged numbers and we promised to catch up over drinks or dinner, together with Tracy.

The picture I've posted was cropped pretty retardedly, I know. That's because my f*cking-drunk friend(she called herself that!), Eileen can't hold the camera for just two seconds. This is the better among the two, for at least no one's chin is cropped. Oh, chins again.

I then got home at 5-ish, took a shower, and didn't feel too well after the oily supper. Hence, I went down to make myself a cup of hot ginger honey to aid digestion, that was about quarter to 6. I slided open my room's door and I saw the Indon maid making the curtains and she was in total shock to see her drunken-missy at that hour. Look, she's new and she has yet to familiarize herself with my lifestyle. When I got down to the kitchen, the Pino maid was cleaning in the kitchen...

"Siew jeh, aiya... you're still up, you drunk ah?
"Aiya... look at your eyes. Faster go sleep"

She does know me well, indeed.


Went to Laundry for a quiet night on Sunday. The cocktails at Laundry are so cheap! The Amaretto Sour was only RM19 and it actually tasted quite good, to my surprise. Besides, it was about fifty percent more than what we're offered at Cookie. Yet, I still miss going to Cookie.

Eleana thinks Milo is cute while the rest of us thinks she has got bad taste. Boys, don't be too glad when this girl gives you compliments, her taste is a little far away from the mainstreams. Thank god she has never think that I'm hot, phew...

Women and Their Shoes

Violet had got me started listening to Prince, got his album when I came back and it's now on repeat. I Wanna Be Your Lover was released before I was even born.

Liked a pair of Dior peep-toe this afternoon, it was darn comfortable yet there's no more sizes for me. I'm usually a 40 but that pair of 40 was way too big for me, strangely. They ran out of 39 and I don't think I should settle for 40 as my feet will definitely be smaller when I return to Melbourne, when the weather's cooler and less humid.

Fendi was shut for stock-taking, f*cking hell. This happened to me when I visited last summer. Why can't they do it at after hours? Now I've to make another trip there, darn... They better have some nice shoes to make my trip worth, I need shoes, I need bags!!!

Was eyeing on a few pairs of Donna Karen but they were all sold out, at least for my size. Does KL people all have big feet like myself? Or they don't stock size 40 in Malaysia like Aldo and Nine West? Hey, I can sue them for discrimination okay? I was surprise that Belle stocks Pura Lopez and it's cheaper than in Zomp but they don't stock 40s.

Belle had moved from their large corner lot at KLCC to a small corner at Isetan, I was a little disappointed that they are not stocking Miu Miu anymore. Read from the magazines that the Melium group is bringing Bettina Liano in, great! I'm also very excited over the opening of Van Cleef & Arpel at Starhill, only if some men will deliver them to my doorstep *grin*

The newly renovated Chinoz looks great yet I'm missing the old one with that sense of familiarity. Got a quick brunch at Dome alone, the chicken & mushroom pie was as good as before. Does anyone has the recipe that can share with me?

Traffic in the city today was way too CRAZY. If I live here and have to be stuck in jams like today all the time, I bet my wrinkles will doubled in a month. My mouth will be effing all the time, worse than Violet. My thighs will be more toned, with all the effort in braking and accelerating. I'll be an angrier woman than now. F*ck!

I think I'm having my PMS, I get agitated very easily off late, and I've got a bad craving for food. Was craving for Jalan Alor Wong Ah Wah's barbecue chicken wings this evening. Was about to drive out at 1.30am but my dad thought it was too dangerous for me to drive down alone, and I didn't have the heart to make him go with me.

I then turned to my brother. I begged him to go get them for me but all he did was to ask me to order McDonald's delivery. I didn't know they do delivery till three in the morning, how fun is that??? I wish they've something like that in Melbourne so I don't have to drive out in the middle of the cold winter nights.

Monday, December 11, 2006

I'm Happily Fat

I think I'm too fat, so fat that these people don't think I'm a Malaysian anymore, pffft!

I was window shopping at Starhill to kill some time after Milyn & co had left for the airport. The familiar faces greeted me with "Lynn, you've put on some weight", again(I've gotten these last week at Celine). Well, they weren't that tactless, they of course said something nice about me before and after the ultimate you're fat phrases.

The new crews at the boutique however, asked for my origin. They said I don't look local. I'm convinced that this has to do with me being fat, it has to be! This should be quite depressing yet what really scares me is that I am not really feeling it. What I know is that there are heaps of skinny people out there who are not as happy as I am, so what the heck?

Had coffee with Adrian last Friday, I had already warned him not to laugh at me for being fat. That freaking idiot can't stop laughing when he saw me, and he went "why do you want to do this to yourself?" I've to admit that he had lost heaps of weight, and he's still as vain as ever. We had a history - I used to go out with his best friend, who he's no more talking to now because of some 13-year-old kids problem. Besides, our parents are friends, he knew me since I was a baby. For some unknown reasons, that thought somehow digusts me. We used to have long coffee sessions near his work place, and am glad we're still in touch, after being out of the country for these couple of years. We managed to pick it up right where we've left it. He's a good friend who I sometimes feel like stabbing him with a well-sharpened knife. Annoying is Adrian.

It was great to see Milyn, Kosta and his sis in KL. It was a shame that we only managed to spend just two hours together as she's in town for less than 24 hours. That woman was crazy shopping, trying to buy a quarter of KLCC down within that short span. She has done well with two pairs of shoes, some stuff from Zara and Marks & Spencer. Women are born to shop, I knew that since young, it's in us.

I'm not happy to be fat, but I'm happily fat.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

We Deserve the Best

"When we were ready to give up our status of divas, some people just put us up there again, once again, higher than before"

Thanks to Eleana.

The bouncer asked for our IDs, except for Eileen, hahah... that reminded me of Angela. I was more than delighted to present my driver's license. The amount of time I got checked in KL can be summed up with one hand, that includes that one time when Zouk got raided, two summers ago. I feel so young *wink*

I had never liked Poppy and it was one of the few places that I had refused to step foot in, merely because of it's outdoor setting, which was way too warm and humid for me, darn... it's like a night market. I hate places that make me sweat like a pig. However, last night we were all there, for our friend, Eleana and her new friend, who spookily looks very much like Chan Meng, ops!We were bought bottles after bottles of Dom before the club had ran out of them, almost perfect, if it wasn't so warm. Thank god my boyfriend of the night, the fan, didn't stop blowing me. If it wasn't for him, I could've melted and got washed down the drain. I just couldn't comprehend how can those people be squeezing themselves in the middle of that so-called dance floor, looking like they are having the time of their life, rubbing each other with their sweat.

Steph was lap dancing with my boyfriend, trying to seduce him but to everyone's surprise, he didn't even look at her, all he did was to keep blowing me, and everyone else. I mean, who on earth would turn his back on a hot chick? Hence, I was convinced that he was homosexual, I dumped him straight away. My boyfriend's twin brother, on the other hand, was a real head-turner. He had attracted several males and females to dance with him.After my break up with the fan, we adjourned to Passion for some air-con and more champagne. I wasn't expecting much from the half-filled club but boy, was the music good. They were playing progressive house later in the night after some commercial house, shit, I like that place. Keat should be there with me, Pat and Violet on the other hand can stay at Poppy for their r&b and rub shoulders with the sweaty men *tongue out*

It's been such a long time for Steph to join us in clubs, drinking like there's no tomorrow, late night supper on Jalan Sultan, getting picked up by ugly men and last night, robbed the men with the roses. It was just the beginning of the party season for us, and everyone had already went cuckoo last night. Looking forward to what kinda mess we're creating tonight.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Hotpot Queen

I had hotpot at home for lunch today, alone! It was so fun. My mummy is the best of the best. I was telling her that I want hotpot today, and make sure she buys fresh everything from the market, and she was so sweet, she really did and the amount of food she bought, my god, they can easily feed ten people. Not only that, she's so smart, she bought jelly fish! Angela was suggesting that to me at Bodega but being me, I had of course forgotten to tell my mummy about it. But today when I went down for lunch, the jelly fish was there.

I've got a smart mummy!

My maids must be thinking that I'm crazy. I was eating alone, while watching some Hong Kong variety shows on my laptop, putting the air-con on full blast.

Am missing all the Szechuan hotpot lunches with Jessie. That bitch went warehouse shopping today, without me. Jessie, if you're reading this, I want Crabtree & Evelyn's everything, get me get me get me!

Welcome the Rockstar

"We're no more the divas, please put your hands together for the rockstars"

It's true, goodbye to the diva duo, call it down-grading or whatever you like, but we are both happy to be the new rockstar. Afterall, we did quite well last night, we had so much fun, got severely intoxicated, saw some familiar faces, met some new people, and then...

Eleana and I had attracted a lesbian!

The optometrist lesbian was all over us, dirty dancing with us and was touching us, yes, you hear me right, touching. Well, I flirted subtly with her too, for some reasons *chuckle* Frankly speaking, I don't mind being touched by a woman at all, I honestly am alright with that. The optometrist then whispered in my ear

"you're so sexy. I think I'll be happy with the two of you"

Was that a self invite to a threesome? Shite, I can't stop laughing now. Question is, do Eleana and I look like we're lesbian partner? Yeah, we did have a history but that was like a decade ago. For god's sake, two single women hanging out together does not mean we're seeing each other, however, I don't care and am quite glad we were taken wrongly, at least now we've got a new friend who parties with us at 'the joint' on Friday.

When we loses our status as divas, queer friends are what we get in return, on the first night of experiencing the life of rockstars. F*ck off you pompous bastards, we need you no more. Go back to your trannies, with thick make-up who can't dress. We won't even be jealous, because they are totally out of the league.

Crazy Bloggers

I had such a good day today. Firstly, I can't manage to shop anything from KLCC today except for the shimmer top from Zara, darn... but it's fabulous - happy am I. I wore it tonight to Mambo and I had attracted... erm... talk about it later. My point here now is...

I've finally met up with Angela(for the first time) and Kaixin at La Bodega Lounge, Bangsar. I felt like I was a high school kid again, meeting up with virtual friends. They are such cool girlies, I can't believe I told them almost everything on the first meeting.

The two of them love beers, and I'm so so jealous *shoulders shaking* that they are so tiny when I do not touch beer yet I'm almost obese! I would love to stay for the whole evening yet unfortunately, my family had cooked for me, without my knowledge. Well, home cook food is what I've always been yearning for, apparently.

Anyways, Kaixin is doing absolutely well, am glad for her, and thanks to her Doodolls. People, go check it out, it's cool, and it's Malaysian!!! I support Malaysian's. As for Angela, she's someone that I can sit down and relax, speak my heart out and not be afraid, she's freaking insane. Well, if Kaixin is crazy, I am crazy crazy, Angela would be crazy crazy crazy.

Get what I mean?

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

She's Still Alive!

Shall I go shopping? I really can't make up my mind up. On one end I really need to get some designer's handbag fix, on the other I know I should save some money, I've been spending quite a bit off late, and I SHOULD be saving for returning the money, the Bangkok trip as well as Honolulu. But it's the Celine VIP pre-sale today, and who knows what else are out there today.

The wedding gift is a must. I already know what to get as said before. I'm just hoping it doesn't cost me an arm or a leg. I cannot settle to buy anything less than Tiff & Co., that's the lowest I can go. I wanted something better but *roll eyes* I'm jobless. It's an once in a life time's gift so there's no reason for me to be chintzy, that's not my style, sorry.

The weather's so hot, it's making me lazy. The crazy traffic is not helping me to move my lazy arse either.

Was speaking to Violet on Gtalk just before, she told me she got ran over by a car, bwahahahha... sorry but I have to laugh. And I asked her, so why are you still alive? I didn't mean to be mean but if you know me well enough, these are the sort of questions I ask. Yes, she is still alive, kicking and swearing, she's a tough woman, these things can't kill her.

Shall take a shower before making any decision. Can I win the lottery?

Crazy Magnet

I think I've always been surrounded by cuckoos. I was once named the "crazy magnet" by Chee Wah some years ago, because I used to attract crazy guys, I mean, really crazy crazy, mentally crazy. Other than that, I've got heaps of crazy friends around, myself is one of the few who suffers from the Hainanese Wind Disease, despite being a pure Cantonese.

Recently a few men around me have been acting a little weirdly at the same time. First the Swiss, who hasn't contacted me for the longest time had sent me a text last week. I replied after two days when I finally realized there's a text on that other phone. We 'agreed' on catching up when I return, the keyword here is 'agreed', it means it might not happen because we've agreed on another thousands of things that are not realized.

What's more bizarre is that the Bacon-Tomato called me from Melbourne. Note: it was a call not a text. He was apparently thinking of me while he was chilling at his balcony, bwahahah... that's a joke, too funny. Well, I guess he was being frank, yeah, he was thinking of me, of why I'm not head over heels for him. Do I need to say more, that's because he's a fucktard! I like him and I despise him at the same time, hm... mix feeling, muahahah...

Oh my, I'm too sleepy to even allow my fingers to tell you more stories. Must be my lavendar bath that I had just gotten out of. I shall not miss my bed time. To be continued...

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Bringing the Alcoholics Back

My alcoholic friends, namely Eleana and Rodney, had tamed down a lot since my return to Melbourne in late February this year, so they said. Now that the wedding is over, I'm here to bring the alcoholics back!!!

That's what we did - Monday night at Laundry Bar, just the few of us. The annoying Jerry insisted on a bottle of cognac, while my intention was to have some wine, and Eleana wanted some stout. For some kooky reasons, we gave in and had a bottle of cognac with him. Len and his cousin, Kenneth came to join us.

When I saw Kenneth, I thought he reminded me of Mark Lee. We later confirmed that they are brothers, jeez... that makes Len and Mark cousins! Can this world be any smaller? Someone please tell me. As I've always said - the world is too freaking small, we shall behave ourselves as everyone knows everyone.

I'm looking forward to my first Mambo of this summer season. I guess it's going to be different from last year's, no doubt it'll still be fun. With some of them that had stopped coming out, and those that had returned to the scene, and us kicking arses when the moon is high and shining *grin*


Happy Birthday Keat! Love you always!

Monday, December 04, 2006

My Brother's Wedding

My brother's wedding was a blast! Especially the dinner on Saturday, it rocked! It was like a big party in the ballroom. Instead of the bride and groom making their toast at each table, they both went their own ways among the guests, so were the two dads and two mums, and the sister a.k.a. me. That has left no one on the host's table, right after the toasting on stage. Most people that I've spoken to were having a good time, which made our effort all worthwhile.
The party didn't just end there. Zeta Bar was where the seventy of the younger us adjourned to in the so-called mission of finishing up the Cordon Bleus. Needless to say, there were those who couldn't remember a thing from that night; there were those who passed out in the club; there were those who sneaked home; and there were us who refused to say goodbye, all the syndromes of booze intoxication.
I did not tear when I was giving my speech on stage, thank god! But I thought I did alright, I choose to believe that I've done alright.

My indigestion has return to haunt me, at quite the right time - right after the wedding. I had to throw up at about seven in the morning in the hotel, when I was falling asleep. Trust me, I wasn't drunk, it was my stomach. How sure am I? Very. This is not my first experience. And for your information, the fried rice that I chowed down at about ten-ish were regurgitated in their orginal form. What I meant was, the rice were still rice, the carrots and green peas were still recognizable. Disgusting enough?

I had to throw up for about four to five times before my phone rang, that's when my brother woke me up and told me that I shall pack up and get my arse down for lunch. I was like a walking zombie at the restaurant, having only a piece of prawn dumpling, a bite size of carrot cake and a jillion cups of hot tea, I was begging my brother to go home. I drove a car myself but I don't quite know the way home *blush* I can feel the difference of a hangover and indigestion no more, it all felt the f*cking same - near death!

Hence, I headed home, made myself a cup of hot ginger honey, made my way up to my room, stripped, turn my phone off, and sleeeeEEEEEeeept for twenty hours, including a quick Milo break and a chat with Eleana on the phone. I guess if this happen to me every week, I can easily lose a kilo each week but no thanks, I'm happy with being chubby at this moment.

Going to shop tomorrow as massage is definitely more important for me today. There goes the wedding, here comes the parties and splurging.

To the Bride and Groom

First of all, on behalf of my family, I’d like to say thanks to all of you for attending my brother’s wedding. It’s our pleasure to have all of you here to celebrate this very special moment with the bride and groom.

Speaking of the bride and groom reminds me of how I used to think about my brother. Look, my brother is 4 years my senior. So that made me four when he was eight. Like many other evil big brother, he used to bully me and made me cry. I used to think… my brother’s such a pain, no woman will want him, no woman will ever be with him. Hold on a second, don’t get me wrong, I love him to bits, after all he’s my one and only brother, however, I still didn’t believe he’ll find a woman who can stand him.

Boy, was I wrong. Four years ago, the silly girl, Rowena, came in to the picture. I liked her, she is a good woman, she is such a sweetie. But I got worried, I thought, what if my brother bullies her? Contrary to what I believed, he is one of the most well-behaved and compassionate boyfriend I’ve ever seen.

Unbelievable! Miracle does happen. Or perhaps, bullying me and making me upset are just the ways my brother expresses his love to me.

Above and beyond, according to my reliable sources, my brother is apparently a women magnet, again, unbelievable! Four years ago, I would never imagine him and Rowena tying the knots. Sorry to say, I did doubt my brother’s seriousness in this relationship. Year after years, what I saw was them striding steadily down the path of life, hand in hand, getting stronger than ever.

Doesn’t only action speak louder than words, my brother told me in his own words that he is very much in love with Rowena. I was almost in tears, the happy tears, I was truly happy for them. You have to understand that my brother and I do not usually talk about these things to each other. Having him said that to me, I knew he was for real.

Rowena on the other hand is an amazing woman. She is not only beautiful inside out, she is at the same time caring, sweet, well-mannered and intelligent. We had so much good time together, going out, partying, gossiping. She’s my sister-in-law, she’s my friend, she’s my family.

Rowena, welcome to the family.

I guess both Rowena and Allan are equally lucky to have found each other. I look at them and I know that they are both meant perfectly for each other. I believe they have given a lot of hope to the single ones around– that your the other half does exist.

On this very special day, I would like to take this once in a lifetime’s opportunity to wish Allan and Rowena with a short poem

Today is a dream realized from years past
The white dress, the wedding cake, the promise of a love that lasts

Today is the beginning of a journey the two of you now share
The vow to love, honor, and cherish now seen in the rings you wear

But tomorrow, tomorrow you will wake as husband and wife
Where the person next to you is yours for life

And so my wish to you both is that when you wake each day
You will turn to each other with the same look you share today
(Jeanne-Marie Casey)

Now, I’d like to propose a toast in honor of the bride and groom