I like pavilion

Lets start somewhere, it has been raining oh so often nowadays. Wash car or not? Like that also can 'fan'. It becomes such a drag to go out to stores or meetings. The idea of walking on wet dirt holding an ah ma umbrella which doesn't even protect my full length body. Dragging the wetness at the end tip of the jeans, yuck. But the serenity it brings, its soothing. Especially being the passenger instead of the driver. A quiet ambience, with smooth jazz tunes, observing people on the streets. Some with umbrella steadily walking towards a destination, or some scurrying off to somewhere, some place. Ah, the therapeutic effect. Rain rain... like you, like you not.

Bored. When its on the go for a long period of time, a minute of looseness seems meaninglessly boring. Some think every minute is income generating, must cease it. Some think every minute is a blessing. Some think every minute is like hell. Some think every minute is .... I think every minute to me is a change.

One salad, One chicken, One udon, One soft shell tempura, One agedashi dofu, One sushi roll, and Two person. Call us greedy idiots.. yes we are. I can't believe we actually did that and for RM52 in total damage, dining in Pavilion, its worth it. AND, i L-I-K-E Pavilion, it has the widest range of shops ever in KL, all in one mall. Brands you see overseas, you might just see it here. The concept and its interior is pretty much the Singapore-style.


Love. Unconditional love, unconditional sacrifice, plainly unconditional. Was at an event on a weekday. Imagine, having to wake up early the next morning, reaching office right smack before the time to PUNCH THE damn CARD. Who else uses punch card har nowadays? WHO WHO WHO? Anyways, the buffet line food sucked big time. Quality just smacked right out of their mind. Icky salmon on a piece of BISKUT, and the salmon tasted like rejected fish smashed and blended with salmon flavored coloring. Probably in one blend, they put only half a salmon with a few dozen 'other fishies'. When dad messaged how was the event, i could only fill him with the sucky food. THEN, when i got home... there was, the quality meal, waiting just for me. Nothing beats a home cook maggi mee and a full boiled egg with REAL curry chicken cooked by dad. N-O-T-H-I-N-G!

Birthday

UPDATES!

Emotional coaster rummaged through my system once again. Ha. Whats new eyh.

Life Sdn Bhd 5 @ the Actors Studio ended last week. In conjunction with the Pink October – Breast Cancer Awareness month, they had various people up stage telling their life experiences. It was a sniffling session for most of us. Even though it ended before hand, the after thought was as affecting. The testimonials were glued in our minds.

Can’t stop but to ponder on what if it happens to me. Will I be as strong? as daring, as open? We could not place ourselves to their level, never will unless we go through it personally. The struggles, the pain, the journey. Everyone has a story to tell, a prophesy to be proclaimed. I wondered about mine, but I was to chicken to go to that extend. BUK BUK BUK!

Separation was something one doesn’t get used to. Obviously, am one of them. It may sound cheesy but some things have to be told up front. Or else who would know what running in that tiny brain isn’t it. I thought I had my fair share, guess it not over. I doubt it’ll be anytime soon. I dislike separation. It simply means reorganizing life once again. Alter the time, tweak here and there, fill in empty slots.

My best friend leaving back to Aussie soon, don’t know for how long. Through the time of changes for the past year, he was there. Crucial moments, he was reachable. Gave a whole new experience, taught me about life, showed me the path I would never dream i could cross over to, held my hand and assure that its ok, its clear. He is leaving. Don't know he would ever see this but saya amat terharu dengan patience you dengan makcik ini. Amat the sangat the terharu. OOooo.. terharooo...

BIRTHDAY SHOUTOUT (October babies)

Ini leh, giler giler sikit. Sudah tua tapi still so gembira.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL!

Havent upload your model picture yet la, the birthday party also belum. tunggu lah ha. kena ade 'feel' dulu. haha... HAPPY 'PAO' BIRTHDAY !!

also, last but not least... my papa's birthday. Picture must edit first cause i look sangat the awful.

time to sleep.. ZZZzzz...

Dear you,

Dear you,

Hows it been up there? Eating well? Drinking well? So much to tell you. Missed you. Today has been vulgar. Could have been better. I am at the verge of calling it off, but i know i can't, its still so new. There are choices to make, i've made mine but not to sure about it now.

My little myvi got a new dent today. No, it is not caused by my driving skills. Since morning, it was parked at the same spot. Really! i didn't go to the floor today. But that awful log just fell from that inconsiderate tree and scraped my little one. The dent is not small nor massive so i am quite skeptical to do a full paint job just yet. So how? Where are your wise words when i need it.

Very much of a rollercoaster. Everything seems crucial, every decision marks a point in life. Won't be able to undo anything without a scar or a damage. SO how how how. Nomatter how much i sleep, the body doesn't recuperate. Where you la. Come and tell me its ok. Watching from above won't help you know.

I'm going to bed. I'm exhausted. Make sure you get an early night.
Talk to you soon. Good night.

Me

POOOTOOOII-ness has got to go!

I was cruising my way through the KL centre after work, tailing a motocyclist. No, there wasn't any snatching or drama of that sort. That motorcycle's front sat a male adult and a boy behind.. he was about 7 years old odd.

So, as i was saying, cruising back home. No rush, no over taking, no honking.. just ordinarily normal lah. Into details, Pavillion the new exclusive shopping centre was just on my right. People rushing home to buka puasa, every one in their smart office attire walking towards their intended destination. And also i peeped at some gorgeous faces in cars, some walking at the side walk. Can't help myself.

Then, the man on the motorcycle turn his body partically to the left went... (ok, i did not literally heard it but you know what i mean) Gaaaauugggg.... POOO TOOOOIII... on his left side. THEN THEN THEN, about less than a minute of driving, he turned his face to his right and again... POOOTOOOIIII....

Imagine walking at the side walk and ter-stepped on somebody's pootooi. How exciting. It ultimately gross la. That while glue-ie thing spat on the floor. Yuck. I'll not go into the germs lying about, flying in thin air, into our nostrils. Bluek. Excuse you, can Pootooi into tissue? cannot find tissue then, take part of your t-shirt and pootooi into it and fold it la. At least nobody would see it.

ARGH!! I AM GOING INSANE. Ok, lets not go into the OCD stuff but common basic hygeine how? The little one at the back probably think its normal to do that.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHH! how how how how how. This minute, i must say i prefer Singapore. EEEEEEEEEeeee.... NANDAYO??

*can't find a decent picture to insert here. Will make it up later. hopefully... if i'm still alive then.