Tuesday, September 29, 2009

blog birthday giveaway





Been in such a flurry of things lately that it's been awhile since I stopped to smell the roses or even show people I care I do care. I was flipping through my lil' black book and penning down details of this + that project, this + that appointment, this + that parties when I realized come October 13th WE @ shelbybaby.blogspot.com would be yet another year old. We'll be 5 years old y'all!! Wow. Whoah. Weee!!

This year I want to take the time to learn about the existence of you sweethearts who visit my blog -be it everyday or once ever awhile / chick or cock *giggle* / local or international / friend or non-friend (note I didn't say the word foe... don't want any bad aura on an auspicious occassion)... basically everyone-lah!-

This is not a contest but there is a gift (or 2 or 3 *wink*) involved. So please let me give it to you! Just shout 'Pink' in the comments section + email me your postal address at khoshelby@yahoo.com. Mega loves.
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(update) Giveaway extended 'till Oct 31st-lor so quickly come say PINK!



"Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You are always on my mind..."

... Always On My Mind, Elvis Presley ...




*bisou*

Saturday, September 26, 2009

long distance b*tchin'

I think Guy got a real good dose of The Original Shelby Cola this Raya. We were home on Raya ‘cos I just completed a stretch of nightshifts and chilled’ in front of the tele. I was crazy ecstatic to get to watch the MTV Music Awards ‘cos I usually don’t have a tele and when I’m home, nothing good is ever on. The line-up was so f*cking good this time around!!

Lady Gaga is Queen (notice pun?)!!



LOVES the bleedin’ end (notice pun?)!!

I don’t think Guy has truly seen my behaviour around my family. The parentals are used to my quirkiness and me jumping around like a hooligan, not sure if my boyfriend has ever seen me attempt the moonwalk or yelling the lyrics out to Taylor Swift songs or just doing crazy jumping jacks to ‘Paparazzi’. Guy’s more of a subdued, in the background person. I’m surprised he didn’t get a myocardial infarct when he saw what he had gotten himself into: crazies!! It sure seems like Guy still has got a lot to learn of my wondrous multiple personality self. I blame it on the fact we’re separated by vastness.

Long distance relationship is such a b*tch. And we aren’t even that far apart from each other! Yet the 5-hour-drive geography is excruciating. I don’t know how people can have a transatlantic connection and only meet say once in a couple of months. I don’t think I have that sort of strength: Salute LDR veterans!! I used to tell myself I don’t believe in long distance relationships and what do we have here now? I look at couples who are a stone’s throw away from each other, who get to take their first blinking of their loved one every morning, and sigh to myself in envy. I wish we could get to each other this easily too.

How did y’all survive through LDRs?

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

richards of a feather..

Lil weird sh*ts that happen everyday!!

The family was out for breakfast at the hawker shop in Bangsar (loves loves loves their herbal mee suah soup!!) on a weekend, translation: fighting for tables with other weekend brunching families. We were each stationed at various seems-like-going-to-finish tables, y'know the ones with empty plates / bowls with half-drunk beverage or last-morsel-left-on-spoon sort, and Dddy managed to get one in the middle of the shop. Just as we both sat down to "chup" the place, I noticed from the corner of my eye that Dddy's back was against another chap who wore the same red shade as he. I thought to myself, "Fuyoh so merah meriah those 2." As I adjusted my stool, my eyes fell on the other fella's footwear: yellow Crocs!! That was when I instantly took a second take and went: WTF!! I elbowed Dddy and pointed out to him that he was seated beside a Mat Salleh who was wearing a red T-shirt and yellow Crocs just like him. The old man chuckled to himself and opened his newspaper. I bet the uncanniness was boiling inside him 'cos he turned around and poked on the guy's shoulder.





(conversation)
Dddy: *poke poke*
Other Man: *eating kolomee... pauses*Dddy: Nice uniform *does the one eye over*OM: *gives Dddy a long look and finally gets it* Yea yea!! (heavy English accent)
OM: Please, what is your name??
Dddy: Richard.OM: *looks wildly flabbergasted* *his wife(?) gasps*moi: WTF??
OM: *does a OMG-I'm-gonna-faint-on-this-tar-sidewalk-and-drown-my-face-in-that-murky-smelly-air longkang-puddle look or along the lines of MJ spotting* I'm Richard!Our family: WTF?????
moi: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, cannot be! Is this some kinda Richards official weekend wear??Dddy: Great men think alike.
OM: We should start a club :)
Damn bizarre-lor!!


I told Dddy go buy 4-digit number!! It's too weird.. thus it's a sign!!

Monday, September 21, 2009

someone like you





"You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you and all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you..."

... Use Somebody, Kings of Leon ...

This song is epic. Especially on long drives home at 03:00 in the morning.

P.S: This is not KOL. But he's mega cute though, non? *wink*

Sunday, September 20, 2009

chelamat hali laya!

What (03:00 on 1st day) Raya means to a small town houseman on the last nightshift:

- 11-year old boys with fried corneas from self-made fire cracker accidents
- lullabied to blaring Raya songs (replayed again + again + again)
- 'balik kampung' Motor Vehicle Accidents rolling in by the minutes!!
- doing the joget dance with A+E staff nurses to Raya anthems on the radio
- stuffing faces with staff nurses' yummy home-cooked delicacies
- tons of diabetic ketosis acidosis cases as a result from raya cookies + rendang overload
- febrile / vomiting grandchildren that just came from 3-hour drives
- pour over acute gastritis cases from day before (last day of fasting)
- excruciatingly counting down the hours to 08:00 'cos then the morning-people can come over and take over the burden and the night-people can go sleep / eat / return to PJ

Speaking of the last bit, Raya also means:
- Shelbulous Raya deals at IKEA (OMG)
- sitting at the kids zone at the IKEA deli using stainless steel knives and plastic children forks (me yellow Guy orange) due to an absolute lack of space 'cos apparently every non-muslim wants to buy / eat something in IKEA on 1st day Raya

- getting friendly corningware food from my Raya neighbour (big thanks to Capt Muz!!)
- eating alot of rendang ayam and totally disobeying diet rules
- watching MTV Music Awards and absolutely dying with each performance :D





Saturday, September 12, 2009

merci beaucoup kenny sia!





Things are finally picking up o'er at *bisou* rose. I've had alot of enquiries and most of all sales! It's been difficult juggling between the 3 blogs and my dayjob and now I've got to add: packaging + mailing to my to-do list. Whoah *phew* I know I should be more consistent with the addition of clothing but most of the days I just come back from work absolutely knackered. I do really try to push myself further but I guess there's only so much one can do in a day *fingers + toes crossed* perhaps I would be able to throw that McDonald's party by December... here's hoping!

In the meantime, do continue to support *bisou* rose and big big thanks again to Kenny Sia. I could not have done it without him!! Big lovvalovva!!



Friday, September 11, 2009

get excited and make things... happen :)


Stuck in on the wall opposite the foot of my bed to make sure it's the first thing to greet me when I wake.


Murni said: Reminiscent of the Keep Calm & Carry On poster, this little spin off speaks true to my heart. I already printed the dijon one for myself. What color would you choose?
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moi said: murni tis is brilliant!! i printed out mine in blush... i may not make things (literally) like you but i put it up as a reminder to get excited and make things... happen!!
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Murni said: that's an awesome shelby idea shelby! i think i shall print out a few & pass it out to my buddies who could use a little reminding ;)

Don't we all!!


Thank you Moleitau.

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

thank you for the music

I discovered 'embedding' today. OMG I know. I'm an absolute freak! I mean, how do people know all these html-ey things?? I didn't. Well at least not 'till today. Speaking of freaks, today's a freaky day! 09.09.09 What's up with that?? Since we're well into freaks and all that I thought I'd say abit about Michael Jackson 'cos, seriously, only a freak can moonwalk!! Seriously. The guy's like a king of all freaks. J'mon, he married Presley's daughter! King of Pop marries King of Rock n Roll's kid!! If that ain't Freaky Friday I don't know what is. Before I get bombarded with MJ fans hate-comments I just wanna point out that 'freak' doesn't necessarily mean it's despicable, as in an American high school lingo kinda way... freak just means weird... different... unique... heck even I'm a freak *shrug* A pink freak though...

Well it's really terrible that MJ overdosed on Propofol. For all the time in my anesthesiology posting during my med student days 'till now when I'm assisting in the OT have I ever looked at the milky white liquid in a 'WTF' way. It was always just Propofol. Now it's 'Whoah Propofol: stuff that killed Legendary MJ'. I've been watching strings of E! True Stories on MJ and I suppose I can understand how it is that MJ came to the point of having to resort to big-guns sedative just to get a good night's sleep. As we all know, stars are constantly under pressure, apatah lagi mega stars! I'm not on his doctor's side but well... when a celebrity like Michael f*cking Jackson pleads / begs to you to help him to sleep via Propofol so that he can put on a good show the next day, it's well.. it could be quite difficult to deny his agony. I'm just saying *shrug* And given the life MJ had I suppose he's probably never really had a good night's sleep since he was 8 years old or something.



Tragedy aside, let's talk about my happy memories of him. Like.. I sang 'Heal The World' in front of the entire school assembly on Earth Day back in secondary school. Or the fact 'We Are The World' never fails to make me cry 'till today. And being blown outta my mind by his 'Black or White' music video. Also only discovering at the age of 19 what 'the kid is not my son' in Billie Jean actually meant. But nothing beats my juvenile experience... when I was in young, say 4 to 5 years old somewhat, I went through a weird phase of being absolutely LAZY when it came to taking baths. I just didn't like to do it. The parentals came up with all sorts of ways to get me to hit the shower and the most successful one being if I didn't go bathe at the designated time, gangsters in charge of our area is going to come take me away, chop my limbs off and ship me off to Bangkok for a begging career. That really hit the mark. I REALLY believed them. Dddy would have pretend conversations at the door out loud (I hear him 'cos I bathe with the door ajar for security purposes) and I have no idea how I'm never suspicious but it's always them thugs missing me by a hairline. Sometimes Dddy would add abit of drama and pretend to physically struggle with them while Mmmy played along to my utter horror, and he'd show up scuffled stating that he convinced them I had taken my shower. I was always so relieved! Man, now when I think of it, the old man deserves a darn Academy award: classic acting-lah!! Soon enough showering on time became a habit and I didn't need for Dddy to perform Broadway stunts no more. The parentals were so impressed they decided to give me a treat. After picking me up from kindergarten one day they handed me a brown-paper package claiming the gangsters came by to drop me gift as I've been a good girl and that they won't be coming round no more. I tore open the gift and my mouth fell to the floor: it was a colour-printed hardcover book of Michael Jackson (from Jackson 5 'till the 'Beat It' era). I was so touched.. as how touched 4 to 5 year-olds could be.. and looked up to the parentals in absolute awe of how the neighbourhood gangsters could even smell the fact I LOVE MJ.

That was the epic MJ moment for me and I'll never forget it ever.

Feel melancholy my children will not have the chance to see him alive.

RIP MJ.

Monday, September 07, 2009

bird food

Miss SitSit tells people I eat like a bird. Though I'm not too familiar with birds that eat poultry or drink Absolut Vodka Limon...

Food is pretty blah(!) when you're on a diet. It's been 5 days and I'm beginning to stray. I had McDonald's yesterday. Can't help it... Ayam Goreng Spicy calls! Anyway I'm back on the health horse again. I wish I had Kimora Lee Simmons' personal chef to cook me calorie-free yumyums.

Shelbybaby's Guide to Eating McBird Food:



Tip 01: Accompany bland egg-on-toast with an intoxicating incentive. The brief high would cloud your judgement into thinking you're having Burger Ramly Spesial instead!


Tip 02: Live with a housemate who loves cooking and produces stuff that should be endorsed on Maggi Ikan Bilis Stock packaging... and nick his wares! Makes eating bird food so much more yummy and fun :)

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Tip 03: Disguise steamed crap with brilliant dining deco. Veg always tastes better served on a Hello Kitty plate!


Tip 04: Mushrooms always helps make the medicine go down. And they taste meaty. So-called.

Tip 05: Constantly Lie to yourself about taste. It'll work... in time...


Tip 06: Use color! And chicken breasts.

Tip 07: Remove as much fat as you can from the chicken before boiling. And if you're boiling veg, put in the meat as 'flavouring' so as to avoid overindulging on MSG (compensating blah-ness of food).

Tip 08: Make a batch so you don't get pissed off 'bout having to cook every f*cking meal and stray towards Mc-happy-Land :P



Tip 09: Stock refridgerator wit bird food accomplice so as to avoid snacking. Between muncing on cili padi or copped spring onions I'd rater not eat any.


Tip 10: Reward yourself with a visit to a healty sounding restaurant like Marmalade and get yourself yummy combo-power-juices, salmon rolls and (OK so I defaulted abit... but just abit... cut me some slack) lemon meringue pie.




Sunday, September 06, 2009

weird jap crap

I'm so cuhrazy over Japanese sh*t lately!! I've always been loving Sanrio + San-X stuff along with Daiso but now it's hilarious Japanese kitschy beauty products. Sasa does stock a couple of Jappy beauty stuff but now, for all you Jap weird crap enthusiasts, you can get all funny cutey nonsensical from loadsa place... hee!


Something came in the post:




* peekaboo!*


L-R: Kenassy Depilatory Sponge (remember this from XiaXue's 'Weird Stuff'... I hunted, located, purchased this just 'cos of it!), Strawberry Hair Muffin, Dahoo Scratch Callus Removal Tool, Magic Headband, Calorie Off Massage Shaper (hello thin-new-me!)

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You can get all these from: 4allbeauty

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Dddy's a big kutu rayau. He's the one who found this shop! It's pretty hilarious too. Sells quite abit from 4allbeauty and a lil more...




L-R: Cell(ulite) Roller, black + pink cotton buds with ribbed ends (ahhhhh...!) and cream spatulas
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Yokoso Shiyuki
Lot G17 Ground Floor
1 Utama
Petaling Jaya
Selangor


Wahaha!! Have fun go mad y'all!!

Saturday, September 05, 2009

Friday, September 04, 2009

project skinny b*tch (again)

Finally.

I’ve started running again… even it’s just for 15 minutes. Baby steps babydoll baby steps.

You’re probably wondering how is it I don’t put mengada-ngada / centil / act cute pictures of myself on anymore. I have gotten FAT. I mean I was already FAT and then I got into a relationship became frumpy (choo-chiak-po) and BALLOONED into a pink panda. Serious stuff, don’t laugh :P

It’s come to such a crucial point that all my cute clothes are so freaking tight I just resort to shorts and T-shirt lately. I mean what exactly can pink pandas wear anyway? Horrors!

I figured enough is enough what with Shelbulous X’mas in 4 months time I’d be able to trim down just abit if I would just bloody start now! The plan started 2 weeks ago but I procrastinated and procrastinated and now it’s 2 weeks later. I told myself Monday will be the DAY of revolution but I defaulted… just couldn’t drag myself out of bed. Guess it’s seemingly impossible with my bedtime being 03:00-04:00. Guy has already started his 2 hour per day gym. F*ck. Can’t be the whale in this relationship! I’m supposed to be the thin, hip, hot one damnit! Today I made myself wake up. I dragged my reluctant thighs to my usual running field and started, well, running. I could tell my body was in absolute no shape. Come 5 minutes I was already feeling my pockets for the car keys. Frump-Moi wanted to go back to my comfortable coconut shell, snuggle in my very comfy very cheap RM25 fleece with the air-conditioning on. Stick-Insect-Wannabe-Moi refused to listen to excuses and pleas.

(mental conversation)
FM:
OMG I’m sooooo tired!!
SIWM: We’ve just started!!
FM: I can’t breathe! SOB SOB!
SIWM: Come on, we used to be able to do.. what.. an hour sometimes abit more. It’s only 2 minutes into it.
FM: I wanna go home..!
SIWM: No we’re running. Keep going. Just another song more. Pussy Cat Dolls are on. You like them don’t you?
FM: I don’t care about PCD. I don’t wanna run anymore.
SIWM: We’ve gotta run if we wanna get just abit thin.
FM: I can’t… I really can’t…
SIWM: Just 25 minutes more-lah!!
FM: DOWAN. And if you’re not gonna stop I’m gonna make you stop!
*guts rumble*

And I made a U-turn, hopped into the car and dashed home. It was a gruesome experience in the loo. I suppose it’ll take awhile to condition my body back to its running physique. Still I find it an accomplishment that I managed to START today which really matters. To me at least. It took me forever to get started. PROJECT Skinny B*tch ensues!

P.S: Gonna head over to Giant to get chicken breasts. Starting diet too today. Yeayy!!

Thursday, September 03, 2009

la lucciola and that petitenget sunset

(another super backdated entry-lor...)

The main reason I chose to stay where I stayed in Bali was to be in close proximity to the Petitenget beach. The Petitenget sunset is said to be the most beautiful in Bali. Unfortunately for me most of my evenings are weighed down by showers so I had not managed to view this supposedly remarkable phenomena. That was 'till my last evening... I was chillin' in the villa enjoying a good ole glass when the showers suddenly stopped at exactly 18:00 and the sky cleared up. There was a fraction of sunset left to be admired and I was like WTF?!! Determined to get my share of that Petitenget sunset I jumped into my running shorts, grabbed my tote amidst calling for a cab. A honeymooning Singaporean(?) couple was in need of a cab too. Thank goodness I was 3 minutes prior before them. My mission was far more superior than theirs! They already have each other :P

Well it was as they said. Even post-rain it was still delightful and surreal.



Petitenget is one of the few black sand beaches in Bali.







Sitting there on the sand surrounded by such awesomeness, watching people and their dogs catching the waves at the shore, lovers taking a romantic stroll (oh wait isn't that the same Singaporean couple? They came 'ere too huh..) and literally just breathing the salty air made me realize I am very lucky to have experienced such splendour. I am so blessed *tear*


As I turned to go home I saw a place that looked so inviting.. almost fairyland-like. I decided to have dinner there. Turns out this was the very famous, very special La Lucciola that people rave about. It doesn't have a sign so only those in the know knows it. If you're interested, venture just a pinch beyond the temple on Petitenget beach. It flanks the holy house.


I walked in in my very short fuschia Stella McCartney for Adidas running shorts + Victoria Secret 'University of Pink' top and Havaianas slippers only to be overwhelmed by very atas-ish couples in pax of 4s clothed in fine dining threads. Oops. Afew old tante-s stared at me and I gave them an "Up yours!" smile. So I'm in shorts and a vulgarly fluoro pink top IN slippers with my greasy hair pulled back in a ponytail. So? Does it say in the darn restaurant regulations you gotta be in your Sunday best to eat there? No. FYI My Speedy is as Vuitton as yours so up yours! I didn't have a reservation (full house.. whoa) so they ushered me to the bar AFTER yet another 'Table for 1' banter.

This is the Frangipani Lounge and I had a lime + tangerine granita. A bunch of ladies sent me a drink 'cos they admired the fact I came dining alone. Weee!

Enchanting, non?

The real Shelbulosity is getting a really nice table on the upper floor (it's a 2-storey open complex) overlooking the shore which I did. Glee! It's just an out-of-this-world experience to have a comfortable meal in the darkness of the night luminated slightly by fairy lights and candles as we catch the waves hitting the shore.

So simple yet so brilliant. We can so DIY it too.

That foamy white line on the right are waves!

I do suggest if you're on a budget but would still like to experience La Lucciola, order the dessert tasting platter only. It's approximately Rm35-40 and you get to experiment with their entire range of sweet stuff. I went on to have cheap nasi goreng after that.

The toilet is so exquisite. It doesn't even feel like a toilet. I'm not a big fan of jasmines but those are nice.



My second last pending Bali post for now. Selamat malam.


La Lucciola
Jalan Oberoi
Kay Aya beach
Seminyak
Bali
Tel: +62-361-730-838


Oldie but a Goodie:




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Wednesday, September 02, 2009

i miss you so

"She said "Some days I feel like shit,
Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"
I don't understand why you have to always be gone,
I get along but the trips always feel so long,
And, I find myself trying to stay by the phone,
'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,
But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,
But when I pick up I don't have much to say,
So, I want you to know it's a little f*cked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"

I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home..."

... Where'd you go, Fort Minor ...

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

cute eats: tea at drawing room, carcosa seri negara

Who says great English afternoon teas don't happen in KL?

One of the best tea room experience is a secret yummy knowledge shared by nosy tai-tais, deprived datins and cocky expats. Well I'll be damned. I ain't no tai-tai, I am no datin and I'm a born, bred Malaysian but I bloody well deserve to tea there too!! And so I did. Tee-hee! You know how I am when it comes to breaking down the barriers between the snooty haves and the curious have-nots. Why should we allow ourselves to continually wonder or be in awe of precious things? Just 'cos a Tiffany Celebration Ring is crazy expensive doesn't mean you can't save, walk in triumphantly one Shelbulous day, and get a nice silver sterling one (embossed with T + Co of course *wink*)! I'm ranting.. so anyways tea!!

I admit Carcosa Seri Negara is daunting. If you can ignore its snooty air and merciless exclusivity.. it is, undoubtly, simply lovely and regal. The drive up the winding singular lane can be a little challenging (I'm easily paranoid) but as you pull into the hotel premises you cannot help but marvel at this colonial beauty.


Tea takes place from 15:00 to 18:00, it can be quite silent just before those times so do not fear that they're closed (as I did: yea typical dunce moment for me). Come late afternoon and it really starts to bustle with hip parents and chatterbox socialites. You even got to wait for a place at times.




So enchanting hor? It just screams SCONES WITH THE QUEEN!!I am so in love with this place...



Using Bone China beats regular porcelain any day! Tea just tastes lovelier on traditional English Rose dining ware, don't you think? I even lifted my pinky involuntarily... I so am gonna place short-cut stems into antique sugar bowls from now on.

Sheltactular display!! OMG I super love everything!! I don't think people normally finish their food but I finished everytg!! I guess that's why I can't ever be a stick insect.. darn.


Lemongrass tea. Or was it Rosehip. Well both are brilliant anywho! A cup of euphoria please...


Carcosa Seri Negara
Taman Tasik Perdana
Persiaran Mahameru
50480 Kuala Lumpur



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