Long overdue

I meant to upload all the photos taken during that trip as soon as we got back, but i forget. I was just cleaning up all the many folders on my desktop and stumbled across them when it hit me that i am yet to do this. And to think that i put the folder containing them on my desktop so i will be reminded to upload them. I'm too lazy to upload all 70+ of them now, i did a quick run through and heres just some of my favourites. Arranged in away that it hopefully tells the story of our one night two day stay in Langkawi.

First stop, the famous Makam Mahsuri - the 3 stooges of our day - Sumi's only asset - Praba napping - us having fun with Praba napping - the banana boat adventure - remember the naughty monyet story on tv pendidikan? - the sistas - cho chweeet - para gliding during sunset, beautiful - makan time - thats right, now everybody can fly!

I think its time for our next holiday

Turning green - more Shrek in me

I want to go for the Church of Immaculate Consumption every Friday!!!

I am so envious of them donk-kays who work in Cyber / have flexible working hours that allow them to attend every week.

I want I want I want!

*stomps away with banging feet*

Shrek become me almost

I spent a good chunk of yesterday worrying that i was mutating into an ogre. Brand me as a vainpot, but if you had a swollen right eye, with puss threatening to ooze out of it at any moment, and someone stopping you every ten minutes to ask whats growing on your face you would feel awfully self concious too.

If i exagerated the last time i said it hurt everytime i blinked, now it was happening for real. The whole area around it was starting to ache, and i was getting irritated with everything going on around me. I didnt go out of the building because it hurt when i had to squint in the sunshine, and sent me reeling everytime my hair rubbed against the head of it. By evening, and many different colours later, it was starting to "ripen". It took every inch of will power in me not to just squeeze it and break the damn boil..

I did the next best thing. I went under the knife. Sounds so dramatic saying that doesnt it.
The doctor pressed it out for me. My mom, who watched the procedure was totally grossed out by the experience and dumbfounded at the amount of bleeding something so small could cause. The doc had tools and shait, i dont know if she cut it or just pressed it until it caved. I didnt feel anymore pain as i ascended from the bed/surgery table/doctors apperatus, but i took two steps back when i saw the gauzes that were soaked in blood! I knew there would be puss and that i can take, but i'm a wimp when it comes to blood.

So anyway, she sent me off which a pirscription of oinment and no contact lenses or eye make up until the skin settles.

I'm just happy i dont have total strangers staring at me anymore. Well, at least those stares where directed to my face and not at my chest. They'll just have to forget the gory growing creature and go back to Bert and Ernie now :)

One eye jack

I have a boil-pimple like thing on the corner of my right eyelid. It started to hurt 4 days ago, but i ignored it thinking that i must have rubbed my eye a little harder than usual. Then it started to swell and today i woke up with that corner so swollen it slants downwards, making my right eye look slightly crooked.

I finally went to see the doctor about it. He cant put his finger on whats caused it, may be the heat or may be an allergic reaction to something. I have started using a new eyeliner, I finally found one i like and now i may be allergic towards it. Great, a rare occurance that i take innitiative in buying cosmetics to feel/look/act more like my peers..and it turns out to cause my skin to kembang. An even rare occurance i actually know/enjoy using that piece of make up..and now i may have to find something else to indulge in 3 minutes before i'm due to fly out of the door every morning before work. Plus, to avoid any further damage he advised me to lay off the contact lenses for a few days. That will be a little hard to do, considering that i stepped/rolled over/sat on my glasses and its frame has completely lost its shape.

And it's started to hurt like hell. Everytime i blink i feel the pain..which is alot by the way. I'm extremely self conscious about it. I feel the swell getting bigger, and my eye increasingly looking more deformed. My mom thinks i'm overreacting. How would she know she has perfect eyes and can wear the smokey eye look all she wants!!!! I'm also supposed to stay away from sweet and fried food because in case of an allergy, it halts the healing process. Wonderful. I hope it doesnt get any bigger.

Time to go play with my eyedrops.

I got tagged

I usually avoid these questionaire things like the plague, but since Angie Babie tagged me, and since she's a doll, i shall indulge her and do this. Here we go..

1. YOUR STAR NAME
(name of first pet + street you live on):
Rover 4 (used my Granny's dog's name since i never had a pet, sounds like a car model though)

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME
(grandmother's/father's first name + favorite snack):
Alese Cheezels (sound really easy, like will jump in the backseat with every tom, dick and harry)

3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME
(first word you see on your left + favorite restaurant):
Geyser TGIF

4. YOUR SOCIALITE NAME
(silliest childhood nickname + first town where you partied):
Potato KL (come free with your roti canai TwinTowers and thosai putrajaya)

5. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME
(first initial + first three letters of your last name):
Abal

6. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME
(favorite animal + name of high school):
Dog Assunta (thats right, me and ma hommies go kick your ass, Dawg!)

7. YOUR BARFLY NAME
(last snack food you ate + your favorite drink):
Dairy Milk Bourbon (in real life, a little bit of milk before bourbon will allow you to have more then usual before you become mabuk, something about lining the stomach la)

8. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME
(middle name + city where you were born):
Dont have a middle name..how?

9. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME
(favorite candy + favorite musician's last name):
Time Out Jackson (definetly African American)

10. YOUR OPPOSITE SEX NAME
(name of [opposite sex] friend + cell phone company you use):
Joe Digi (sound like a malaysian animated character)

11. YOUR STAR WARS NAME
(first 3 letters of your last name + last 3 letters of mother's maiden name /+/ first 3 letters of your pet's name + first 3 letters of the town you live in)
Annmes Rovpet

12. I know this is a name test but, name three people you want to take this test.
I've got to think this one through, the only people i have on mind right now arent big fans of being tagged. Watch this space for updates

Keeping up with times...

I'm quite a technologically challenged person. Seriously, i say that with no shame what so ever. I was probably MMU's biggest misfit, and as mentioned before my name and the current company I'm working in equates oxymoron.

Its amazing how i get along really, seeing as how almost everything is done via the computer or some sort of machine nowadays. I'm quite chicken in that area. Actually i think the correct phrase would be lacadasical. Doing it old school style always worked for me so i never saw the need to adventure out and try doing things the simplified way.

Confessions coming your way. You're allowed to laugh and mock me at future meet ups.

Hi, my name is Annu and i've never made an online transaction. I dont even have an online banking account. The only tech savvy thing i do at banks, before today of course is deposit cheques through the machine instead of line up at the counter. Everything else, i would, like a good (ignorant) citizen, get myself a number and wait in line.

TODAY, i deposited money into my account by dropping the new fresh smelling 50 notes into a bin, machine! You have no idea how much anxiety was going through every iota of my body at that moment. It was like looking at my hard earned moolah fall in a dark pit with no end, never to be seen again! I finally ceased to hyperventilate when the nice guard took me to the table set up to renew my bank book and i saw the money in. But i have to admit, it was much more convenient and took far less time. I can just see many of you keeling over at my stupidity and kampungness while reading this. Go ahead, i had it coming anyway.

Baby steps my dear, baby dear.

Actually i think i'm just an old soul when it comes to all this gadgets and gizmos. Some would say thats a nice way of putting being complacent. But i dont see whats wrong with what i'm doing now, so i dont see the need to change it. If it aint broke, dont fix it rite.

Or, it could also be because my dad always did my banking for me and my banking activities comprised simply of withdrawing money at the ATM or banking in a paycheque. Nah, i'm an old soul. I have a Sony Ericsson T630 but i'm yet to activate the MMS and yet to explore what else it can do besides make/receive calls, send sms, take photos and play nice ringtones. I till today, do not know how to work the new DVD player in my house. My car is just to take me from point A to point B (but i love it endlessly and have learnt to change the tyre,out of desperation). I never figured out the fax machine in my old office.

If it wasnt 1 am and if i didnt have to be up and about again in 7 hours, i'm sure i'd find more things to prove how jakun i can be.

Atishoo Atishoo

All fall down..

In the words of a 5 year old, being sick sucks! Spent the past two days going through packets full of tissues, nursing a soar throat and peeling the skin off the sides of my nose with all that blowing.

Surprisingly, with the challenge of trying not to sneeze every 10 minutes, i've actually had two of the most productive days since...since a long time back.
I've cleared numerous pending matters at work, managed to shift through paperwork, scheduled and had a few meetings and remembered to actually refer to my to-do list before i'm about to step into the lift to head off for the day. It seems to be taking its effect on the domestic front too. Sunday night, i cleaned my room, yesterday i did both machine wash and hand wash laundry. Both activities that i dont do unless my mother nags me profusely. Plus, i hung out the laundry without complaining and folded the laundry from the day befores wash too. My mom is starting to think having mucus mix with my grey cells is kind of a good thing. Hmm..maybe they shouldn't have spent all that money removing my adinoids 16 years ago then. Heh heh..

Hell hath no fury

When someone has managed to get themselves on my bad side, it takes a lot for me to give them the benefit of the doubt again. I don't generally have ill feelings for poeple unless they've really affected me or a loved one. I don't judge very quickly either. I'm the kind who thinks everybody in this world comes with coatings of sugar and spice and want nothing but the best for you. And usually, I'm pretty forgiving. But there is that line, and very few people have crossed it.

At this point, there are two people comfortably seated on the other side of that line. Whats eating me more is the way I have become towards them. I've had a lot of empty time on my hands this weekend and I disected both the situations. Hoping to find a glimmer which will allow me to handle this like how i've handled everyone else who have upset/angered/hurt/been total bastards. To let bygones be bygones. As the old cliche goes, to move on and give them another chance to prove themselves.

But i just bloody cant. Instead of thinking positively and trying to be forgiving, I react to them with all the spite and cynism every nerve in my body can conjure up. I have diologues in my head with prepared lines of what i will say to these people if they every stepped on my toes again. I have evil plans plotting in my head of how i want them to know that i feel this way about them. I have no qualms in telling people that i don't have any affection for them anymore.

Thats it. I dont have any affection for them anymore. For two people that i was once very fond of, I just cant bring myself to bury the wrong and look towards the right. The worst part is, in a far dark corner of my mind i get the nagging voice that these two characters will come back and hurt us even more. That all they've already done to us was just chicken feet.

Before, when i've been upset with someone, I keep quiet about it until i've dealt with it. If the person is around, I either play hypocrite pretend like nothing is wrong or just avoid them for the sake of steering clear of any unwanted situations until i'm ready for them again. But yesterday. Yesterday she was getting in my face again. Out came the wrath of me. No mincing or sugar lining.

And it felt so good.

eargh

Annu feeling sick... not liking this feeling...

Happy bday Su, Jael and JessTan

Have just returned from another one of those catch up dinners with the three girls that still find reason to hang around with me since high school. Some even take the risk of calling me their best friend!

Today's dinner was a little special. See, our birthdays are all within 6 weeks of each other. Two of us, even share the same birthdate. We've made a habit of celebrating it all together every year. I suppose, it started as a student-save-money tactic, but has become tradition now. And today was this years, so we dressed up and made an event out of it (as much as we could).

The dinner was good. The place had excellent service and played good music. We did the yuppie thing. Where the food portions dont really fill you up, but come with meticulous presentation that you hesitate digging into it, but cost as much as a week's petrol fill. Italian, followed by Earl Grey and dessert that took all of two minutes to wolf down. The vast difference in our choice of dining venues compared to where we used to meet up a year ago is so apparent. From mamaks and cafes to swanky jazz playing restaurants. Maybe its the upgrade in living - some say it comes with having a paycheque. Where for that brief moment we believe that our standards call for it then come home and weep for the huge hole burnt in the wallet. Or maybe its just the change of taste that comes with growing up. At one time sinking the thosai into the fish curry was ultimate, now the knife sinking into a juicy piece of lamb feels better =)

And our conversation topics have changed too. From exchanging notes about friends and college assignments and what looks good where - its now which company offers the best benefits, how much our old friends have changed and, brace yourselves, marriage!!! We're aging, it's all signs of aging.

What ever it is, the company doesnt change - was , is and I can confidently say will always be great. I can see ourselves 20 years from now having a quick to go lunch (we're all career woman who will so make it in the corporate world you see) exchanging notes on our kids teachers in their school and asking wheres the best place to get superhero action men/dolls for our kids. And 40 years from now sitting around cups of warm milk commenting on each others doctor check ups, hair dye and warts on our feet.

I'm glad they liked my presents. A phone, a watch and a pretty nifty cheese-chocolate cake respectively.

If life is a cookie, these guys would be my chocolate chips.

Woo hoo!

MMU broke 2nd at the Australs!

*does little victory dance*

*gasp*

This has got to be the most arresting blog i have ever stumbled upon. Go ahead, click on the link, read it, and tell me you were not glued.

WOW!

The Dark Green POLO Handbag

This scene took place many many years ago in a place called Taman Tun. A strapping 5 year old prepares himself for his first day in kindergarden, and somewhere in the background his 3 year old sister wails like a banshee on heat. Their mother tries in vain to shut her up, but she continous her whining and crying because she doesnt want her brother to go to school. Who's going to play with her then, who would watch cartoons with her then, who would make paper boats and paper plains for her if he went school?? Why does he have to go to school when he could stay home and keep her company? Stay home and play on the tricycle with her. And why did everyone want him to go to school and leave her alone at home?? Alone in a house full of adults, adults who didnt know how to be with a 3 year child.

Just before the school bus arrives, the boy walks up to his sister and explains why he must go to school and reassures her that he will be back soon. He tells her he must go to school, and study hard, because when he studies hard he can get a good job, and when he gets a good job, he'll buy her a handbag. She didnt need further convincing. So off to kindy he went.

Years went by and soon she too would follow him to kindy. Then to primary school, secondary school and tertiary education. The boy did study hard and get a good job..and as much as a hallmark movie as it sounds, he did buy his sister a handbag when he got his very first pay cheque. And she carried it everywhere she went and matched it with everything she wore. For years that handbag carried her most important items, it held many memories and it crossed many borders with her as she travelled internationally.

Again, years went by. One day, a button on the handbag snapped. The next natural thing to do then, she carelessly thought was to go out and get herself another bag to replace its functions. Not having the heart to throw the first handbag away, she wrapped a plastic sheet around it and stashed it away in the bottomest shelf of her cupoboard.

Last night for some reason she ventured into that bottom shelf, and memories poured as she retrieved the handbag from its little house for the past two years. If only she had cleaned her room all the hundreds of times her mom nagged her to maybe she would have found it sooner. Its still in mint condition, aside from the snapped button. And it could still hold its contents without falling out. And it is still very much in fashion.

I am that little girl who didnt need much convincing ( i was three and the prospect of something new was very alluring, nevermind that it would only get to me 16 years later). And my brother is that little boy who even then had a way with words. Neither of us remember that story, but my mom does. And she found a different kind of joy nerrating it to us when Logan took me out to buy me something when he got his first gaji. And below, is the dark green leather polo bag, that just got rediscovered and is my new favourite again.

And of course, many items followed that purchase - clothes, books, a scanner, numerous reload cards, earrings, lipstick once too if i remember correctly - and the list goes on..

So if i am a spoilt brat, it is because the allow me to be one =)

We've moved.. again..

Have finally done something about the bloody spamming problem i had. Was quite sad actually, was just getting used to the purple pages. Feels just like it did the first time i moved. Lots of memories on there, lots pictures, lotsa gossip, lotsa ranting, lotsa random verbal masturbation.

But, at least this way i wont have ungodly numbers of spam comments and run the risk of my friends actually believing that i'm suffering from depression or need viagra.

AND, there's no password protection here. Which is kinda scary, considering that i now work in a techy geek environment and exploring the internet is like second nature to them. Here's to hoping tubby dearest figures that out soonest :)

I'm off to try and figure out how to make this place the purple pages again. Now wheres my innernet for dummies :)