Monday, February 26, 2007

miss lottelotte's sort-of "surprise" goodbye party

Since it was Miss LotteLotte's last day with us, we decided to throw her a goodbye party packed with our tired selves and Starbucks!! Man I've put on so much weight... all gara-gara Miss LotteLotte and her weak angmoh stomach thus we've been eating calorie-ridden take-outs for weeks!!

Miss MasMas just got home from 'jaga' and Miss IyanIyan's buried in work. You can spell the lethargy from the wrinkles on their skin. Viva botox!!

Glazed doughnuts and lipolicious Starbucks. In diabetic-heaven :)

L-R: Miss LotteLotte, moi, Miss MasMas, Miss IyanIyan

I cannot help but stare at my what-looks-like-a-triple-chin!!

Miss LotteLotte gets excited with her last Starbucks drink of the century. Amsterdam ain't got none. AHAHAHA hilarious!!

Miss LotteLotte just got back from Bali and was tanned to the bones. She wins the tanning competition-lah.

Sunday, February 25, 2007


It’s over a week into the Chinese “oink!” New Year already lu.

This is the 9th Chinese New Year that I’m away. Yes it sucks big time. It sucks because I can’t do things people do, like…
- fuss over how much this auntie on my mother’s side packed into the angpows this year in comparison to the other auntie on whoever’s side
- show off my cutting-edge KL clothes to kampung kids in Bachok, Kelantan
- compare whose house has the good pineapple tarts this season and proceed to b*tch about their pineapple tarts if they’re atrocious
- help Grand-aunt fold paper ingots to be burned as offerings to our ancestors
- pray… something I only do properly probably once a year with incense sticks and the lot
- witness people slap their money down onto the mahjong table
- watch children play around the same tempayan I used to hop over when I was their age when great-grandfather was alive
- take afternoon naps to rustling palm leaves in Kemudi ‘cos it’s freakin’ boredom (no cable tv, no wifi, the works) there
- help collect eggs from the chicken hut, galah ciku / mangoes / jambu from respective trees, dig out ubi kayu (super the kampung life siut!!)
- learn about the latest family gossip of who’s not talking to who ‘cos of what who did to who
- eat Kelantanese food (nasi dagang, nasi lauk, nasi kerabu etc), it’s not very CNY to you but it IS to me
- decide between using which highway (it’s always Gua Musang anyways *hurl*) so we can get back home to civilisation PRONTO!!

I don’t think I can take another holiday away from home. I’m just tired of being away all the time. Especially during times that matter like Christmas, my birthday, other people’s birthdays, New Year and great Monday public holidays brought over from Sunday.

So freaking busy and knackered.

The parentals came over while I was sick as a dog (wonder why people say ‘sick as a dog’). I was
already hovering about with a sore throat, feverish temperature and a cough so virulent I’d equate it to Satan’s breath. I don’t usually get sick. Seriously. I have no idea how I could just suddenly fall ill ‘cos I’m generally as strong as an ox. But then again things have been tipping over the strenuous scale lately so that could be a major contributing factor. That and the whole ‘wash-hands’ stint with the pediatrics resident plus having to cover double-shifts of jaga so that I could spend time with the parental units. I guess now when you look at it, it’s of no wonder how I could be this sick then. Things definitely started to look up the moment they arrived. Weird. I must have gotten a great big rush of euphoria which then proceeded to elevate my endorphins count thus boosting my immune system ‘cos I was pretty OK by the time they left but I figured I’d give myself a sick leave to fully recuperate from all the stress. I suppose I’m pretty homesick too ‘cos the moment they went, I felt a wave of emptiness rushing through my circulatory system. That and I cried. It feels lonely now that they’re not around. Dddy’s T-shirt tidur still hangs at the back of my door. I don’t think I’ll be washing it ‘till I go home in March ‘cos his smell feels like home. I sniff on it once in awhile when I feel upset. It helps.

Didn’t take pictures when they were around ‘cos my idiot group-mate borrowed my memory-stick the entire time they were here. Shame.

First day:
- lunch at Tante’s. I think it would take them quite awhile before they’d be able to acquire a penchant for Indon food
- brought them factory outlet shopping (Bandung has the finest factory outlets in the whole WIDE world) though there weren’t much good sh*t ‘cos all the Jakarta-ians probably bought all the goodies in the spirit of GXFC. Crappers
- let them have cake in Tomodachi and took them to the neighbouring designer boutique (housing alot of Chloe, Betsey Johnson, Laundry, Ghost, Diane Von Furstenberg, Seven, R&R, etc) where Dddy fell absolutely in love with a pair of True Religion jeans but was not prepared to fork out 1.1 juta rp (equiv RM500) for a pair of denims. He was horrified they were so expensive: cult jeans-lah of course-lah expensive *shrug*
- Dinner at Sapu Lidi.. Dddy seemed so eager for more shopping so I brought him to do more shopping-loh

CNY Eve:
- Lunch at Seruni (hospital cafeteria). Dddy very likes gado-gado kekeke
- Had to bring Mmmy to Carla Gallery: my favourite PM (pasar malam) / China mari / Korea mari threads haunt. They totally know my name there and gave us super service
- Parentals are totally loving glazed JCo donuts. They had like half-a-dozen!!
- Kenko Reflexology. They were hesitant at first but absolutely loved it in the end. I think Kenko Reflexology is even cheaper than the ones you get in China ‘cos they do your entire body and even your scalp which is very very YUM…
- Dddy wanted to get his hair dyed so Mmmy and I got our nails done
- Dinner at Shin Men Japanese noodle restaurant. They’re not authentic Jap cuisine… fused with Indon flavour liao. I know Dddy was worried I brought him to go makan super Jap food but of course not. Why should I? I totally know Mmmy cannot take bizarre grub
- Went home and yakked ourselves to sleep

- Morning is the best time to go cloth-shopping!! Took an angkot to Pasar Baru… Dddy was, like, “So longgg yah the journey”. Abaden?? We arrived at the mosque which we then detoured to hail a trishaw. I couldn’t get us 2 trishaws so Mmmy had to sit on Dddy’s lap which was SUPER HILARIOUS. She was horrified to see that we were riding against traffic. I told her to close her eyes
- I bought all the cloth I wanted (but had no money to buy before): The Japanese satin with printed orchids or cannas (can’t quite tell for sure), Jap cheongsam-type cloth with dragonfly motifs (SUPER-O NICE) and batik (me batik-whore!!) with phoenix prints. Nice-leh. Dddy likes this activity the most
- After Mmmy bought some Royal Doulton (Sogo got sale), we had CNY dinner at Red Bean in Paris Van Java. Dddy cannot understand why fishes in Bandung are so damn kecil and totally skinny. We wanted to go watch Ghost Rider but Mmmy was adamant we go home. We relented…
- They packed up and left the next morning. Woe is me..

So that raps up the entry for CNY-lah. According to “oink” year, in terms of me: metal rooster of the water dog day, is…
- a feel-good year loaded with excitement
- a time of daring accomplishments and serious calamities
- a time to celebrate accomplishments by partying and self-pamper
- to focus on relationships by heating them up
- to make money
- to initiate action and not just working on the sidelines, working vigorously attacking existing projects and completing them
- not to start new projects
- enjoy life’s pleasures

Sounds “oink”-ing Shelbulous to me :)

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

i thought having a boyfriend was enough

I thought having a boyfriend was enough.

Since I am Gossip Headquarters, everyone tends to report the latest, most juiciest garbage to me for no apparent reason. They just lurrve to tell me sh*t and I cannot deny, I just lurrve hearing them. If you could track back to the day we all had sheesha at Dago Plaza, I remember a conversation we had regarding this urology resident: the fact he was cheating on his wife with an intern who stays in our dorm. I know her (intern), she’s in my group. She has a boyfriend who currently resides in Jakarta and they’re so tight that she was gonna marry him the moment we’re done with med school. Previously Miss LotteLotte had previously denied the fact that the resident was married because he told her he was SO single worr. Aiya like that people also can lie right? She knew he was jalan-ing with that chick in our dorm but we knew he had a wife in the Medical Records department. The wife’s supposedly chun too. Hmm chun wife also can cheat on her with my group-mate. OK fine then he’s a man, I see… as for the intern, I thought she has like this great relationship. So why jalan with the resident? I don’t understand. I thought having a boyfriend was enough?

Then there’s this other chick. She’s totally, like, tergedik-gedik with all the boys she can lay her hands on. She was previously giving out free f*cks and being, like, the boys’ maid and stuff. I figured she was like that ‘cos she totally needed male attention and really needed a boyfriend pronto. However when she scored herself a balak, she still remained ‘open’ like a Kota Bharu taxi. But why? I thought all she wanted was a boyfriend and now that she has one why still behave so? I thought having a boyfriend was enough?

I’m so perplexed. I mean here I am, I’m so single and I really think that if I had a nice boyfriend I like very much… it really would be enough. There will be no need for unnecessary flirting or
sexual innuendoes with other people anymore. Or maybe I really should membuka my wawasan and accept the rituals of dating in the millennium? Everyone’s cheating on everybody (in the hospital) nowadays. How odd. And it’s such a norm for them that they don’t even feel embarassed when I bring this issue up. They just casually defend themselves and give me this “you’ll understand in time” look. Oh OK then *shrug* I can’t believe I’m so frigid into thinking that the sanctity of a relationship should have more worth than this. I suppose in this time of day I ought to be more open to ideas. It’s not my mother’s era anymore. Maybe dating / having a relationship / marriage in the year 2000 means being alright with promiscuity…

Pink Valentine’s!!

Saturday, February 10, 2007

*bisou* worthy

"there's things i want
there's things i think i want
there's things i have
there's things i wanna have"

I need a Bottega Venetta bag. I think I saw one in lilac or was it baby pink in the shape of a cute boxey tote. I would really like one of those. People say the leather is soft like a gay baby's bottom. Oooh..

Look at this postbox looking bag from Marni. I love it!! It's so retro like those stiff bags Thai children carry to school.
Aaah.. the Lulu Guinness Penny bag. ME LIKES!!

I'm super in lurrve with the new Chanel Lucky Charms line.
This is OH SO ME. A Gucci black doctor's bag. My stethoscope would look so sexy being housed in this patent heaven.

AAAARGH Christian Louboutin pill clutch!! *pengsans*

OMGGG Christian Louboutin Aionoeud clutch!! This is seriously to-die-for. Seriously. *die*

LK Bennett's Tess. Cute or what?!!

"i'm just looking
i'm not buying
i'm just looking
it keeps me smiling"


Friday, February 09, 2007


I’m going to take a breather from my blues. You cannot imagine how many times I had to backhand crap bounced my way this week. I even had to take a sabbatical from the angkot!! Heavens save me. In response to all the bull-crap I've been getting, I decided to take a leaf out of Miss America's etiquette book and flash my brightest, most Colgate...

I suspect the only cure to these non-stop episodic emotional traumas is a beautiful Balenciaga ‘Motorcycle’ bag in pink or lavender, whichever available.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

the doctor problem

“Don’t take it personally. It’s the doctor thing. 4 years of high school, 4 years of college, 4 years of med school and by the time we graduate, we are in our late twenties and we haven’t done anything except go to school and think about science. Time stops… we’re socially retarded. I mean, look at me. I’m in love with a guy who won’t say he loves me back and here I am in his kitchen, cooking, just hoping that he comes home and notices me. I’m a total freak. I’m that girl who in the back of her class who eats her hair. And Meredith, she’s 17 years old. We’re all 17 years old since high school with scalpels, Vin.”
… Callie, Grey’s Anatomy ….

And here you have it: the equation that explains the trigonometry of how come we’re just so absolutely socially inept. This is the most concise and effective explanation ever. We are how we are because of this. If you’ve seen me in social events you’d probably get it: I’m absolute rubbish at them. The only reason why we really work socially is ‘cos 85 % of the non-eating time is used to give out free consultations to the queue of ignoramus or cheapskates who refuse to consult for a fee. If we’re not absolute bimbos and have extra-curricular activities, we usually can be pretty elaborated on that ‘cos we can afford more than the average Joe or it could be that we are just smart enough to understand the dynamics of things… so that probably helps in conversations but it still doesn’t help that we’re retarded when it comes to communication. Doctors I know who aren’t your typical go-practice-go-home-f*ck-sleep sort usually turn out to be pretty interesting people… if they like fishing, they probably own a boat or paid for really exclusive deep-sea fishing excursions thus having great great stories to tell in the game room. If they like economics, the medical field has somewhat trained their minds to be a whiz at analytical thinking so they are able to scrutinize and get a grasp of that perplexing thing called the market. But if you take the money and the problem-solving mentality away, you’ll find we’re really not that fun. And if you add that to the fact we’re useless at personal issues… it explains why doctors divorce / break-up / abuse substances / commit suicide / go mental like nobody’s business. We’re just clueless-lah when it comes to making life better for ourselves. But yet we’re good at making life better for other people. How odd, non?

Lesson of the day: people should really just cut doctors some slack and be nicer to them.

a trip to land of pirate riches

Early morning agenda: a visit to alley of pirated bounties. Mannn, ALOT of new serial seasons are out and the ultimate Creme De LaMer of all serials this time around: Heroes. OMG I'm superhero in LURRRVE with Heroes.

Miss LotteLotte all culture-shocked with our DVD ya-ya-land.

After that we went to Pasar Baru to do some cloth-shopping. Well Miss RenjitRenjit that is. I didn't have the moolah. Damn I MISS CLOTH-SHOPPING. It used to be an old past-time of mine. Can't wait 'till the parentals get down so I can get metres of that Japanese satin I've been eyeing a million years.

Then there's the Seven Seas of batik of course. I HEART batik!!


Double oooohs...

After we helped Miss RenjitRenjit pick out this lovely embroidered number for her to wear to her brother's wedding reception in Leeds, Miss MasMas ajak us to beli duku. Wahh seriously good duku.

Miss RenjitRenjit blocked my face!!

Saturday, February 03, 2007

sheesh-a-w i miss you

First we had dinner in a Chinese resto: Rice Bowl. Cute name, non? I had duck soup of which I haven't had in awhile. For future reference, must not allot Miss IyanIyan who's pretty much a broomstick stand next to me who's pretty much a pau.

Since we totally didn't know what to do or what to show Miss LotteLotte post-shopping (I had a grand time picking out bargain Anna Sui, Evisu, True Religion, Rock&Republic, YSL and Sesame Street merchandise) so we decided to have a smoke of sheesha before retiring home. Maybe it's been ages since I had some, was wanggg in what felt like 10 minutes into the puffing.

I cannot believe Miss LotteLotte only had sheesha once. How can?? She comes from land of ganja what..

Definitely wanggg liao.

Friday, February 02, 2007

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