Verves In Composition

Part of the experience of living is the experience itself. Speaking of experiences in Malaysia, I would strongly encourage the idea of living in an area where you are transported to dreams by the lullabies sung my throating crickets and falling leaves; and waking up to filtered sunlight cocktailed with the scent of green.

Nestled amongst the state of Selangor’s secondary rainforests, is the eco-tourism spot of “Sekeping Serendah” literally translated to ‘a piece of Serendah’ which is less than an hour’s drive from the city.

I just had to pick this place for the Company’s weekend retreat. My friends who have their own testimonials about this place will never let me off the hook if I didn’t secure this.

I absolutely love the glass sheds here. Contradictory from the lack of visual privacy, I partially enjoy the vista of no walls. Quite a treat for those with a voyeuristic fetish as well.

The glass shed is a simple construction of wood, glass and zinc sheets equipped with cooking utensils, a microwave, some basic furniture and is incredibly airy and cool. BBQ pit right on your front door too.

My glass shed had a hammock! Whee!

A narrow banister-free wooden stairs takes you up to a cozy bed room with a view of green to die for.

Yes. Most of the bedding materials are from Ikea. The mattress is placed on a huge wired mesh (which I keep hammering my toes into by accident and it hurts!) but surprisingly comfortable

Oh, yes. EVERYONE wants to know what the toilets are like. No worries. HEATED WATER…in the open air. Happy will you be to have not only water streaming down your head but leaves and small twigs going ‘Geronimo’. I swear you may get a tiny shock or two with a brief impression that a lizard has just lost it’s grip and drops by to say hi in your comfort zone.

Fart in the toilet and maybe hear an echo or two amplified through the vibrations of the zinc walls.

Then again. How could you pass this out? The night is teeming with life and parts of the retreat bathes in the soft yellow glow of spotlights.

A piece of heaven, right here on earth .

Anyone of you dashing men out there looking for a fun-loving, light hearted girl? Perhaps this post would provide you with an answer.

Pimp Profile No. 001

Name: Mabel C.

Age: Early 20s

Loves: April’s Mud Pie, April (cause she is being pimped by April) and a very, very lucky man

Say hello to Mabel, the current object of my pimp-tention. I’ve known Mabel for ten years now, so you can god damn be assured that my recommendation is top notch quality.

Like all Virgos (the only astrological sign to be represented by a human female) is the epitome of a balance of delicate doey-eyed beauty and fun finesse. She doesn’t have to try hard to get to where other girls are dying to get to, SHE’S ALREADY PWND the place.

Then again, she’s not that kind of girl who’s going to throw a nasty bitch fit for not taking her to a dining place with no air conditioning. She’s up for the challenge anytime, any day as long as at the end of the day, everyone had fun!

Mabel loves traveling. In fact she’s looking for traveling companions to Hong Kong in July (any takers?) See one of her many traveling snap shots below.

*wipes off drool* Anyone likey, likey like I do?

Let’s have a brain to go with that gorgeous smile shall we? Intelligent, smart and sensitive to other peoples thoughts, impressions, suggestions and surroundings, she is of course had paved her way through all the top educational institutions available. (Of course same school as me la )

It’s nice to sometimes catch her catching a wind or two on her train of thought

Just when you’re about to think she’s only all about herself. Well that’s where you are wrong! She can’t stop giving this woman! Whether it’d be a nice cup of Venti Starbucks, her time and sweat and even her own blood!!

She’s even got that infectious smile on her even when donating blood.

Mabel is looking for a good listener, and would appreciate a man who would give his share of opinions. She’s also in for wits, charm a suave look and someone of her level of education that she can relate to.
Applicants may leave their details in the comments section or contact me via email. The final selection will be left entirely to Mabel for her selection. Good luck boys

If you think that this would be a post with photographic illustrations of my exes, that’s where you’re wrong. However it wouldn’t be straying from that point either.

An afternoon spent rasping the darkest indentations of storage boxes, cupboards and pulling up drawers from their suspended supports I humbly stumbled across scattered sheets of postcard-sized findings.

Coated with a thick folio of unwanted particles that have housed themselves on it, the dust suggested that it has been lying there for at least the last couple of months,-One, Two years, perhaps; since I’ve last conversed with regards to cleaning that area.

Wiping the coat of dirt off them I uncover that of a face which I’ve not seen for close to three years now. The face of an ex boyfriend.

What grasped me is that I was digesting that I would always think that an face that brought back unpleasant memories would resurface.

My over active imagination would usually see me draft out images in my mind of using that photo as a cross bow target practice, hammering the piece into a photographic pulp with the heavy end of a clog shoe with my voodoo language of my mother tongue. Yes I’d even thought of making posters out of it, with a large display of a very relevant phone number next to the caption ‘LOOKING FOR A GOOD TIME?’

I’m just thankful my last name in Chinese was never ‘Foo’ or ‘Fu’ or whatever that comes close.

Amongst all things, a colleague and I were discussing about getting another phone line to of course, save some costs.

With the very Chinese blood flowing through our veins and by some natural call of nature to ‘Chink Genetics’ we with reflex started translating and analyzing the numbers as closely as an auditor buried in numbers.

We are buoyed in emotion with the rates of the latest Happy Line; and yet cringe at the sight of the accursed ‘dying’ number in it’s 014 prefix.

I kid you not. We later tried incredibly hard to think of numbers to completely nullify the abating number that could mean suffering, expiring and ultimately just dying. Maybe if we had a number along the lines of ‘-545454′ (won’t die, won’t die, won’t die) that should do the trick!

Then there were those other numbers we hoped we weren’t unlucky enough to get addressed with. Fortunate for you if you know Chinese; it’s really much funnier at the sound and intonation it carries (I will however translate the bit)

114 1146 – everyday die everyday die and fall/drop

114 1124 – everyday die, everyday easy to die

535 4444 – don’t live; don’t die, die die die

246 4114 – easy die, drop and die, everyday die

Don’t blame us for being a slave to ciphers of Chinese numbers, I figure we could have been brought up in an almost identical manner when it comes to unraveling “the secrets of digits” *Insert sound effect of heavy noise from timpani drums here*

My own family itself has acquired a taste of fine numbers that we are engrossed obsessed by it.We’re just so completely gripped by it, I could illustrate the following examples:

My own car number means:“Fortune and Prosperity would come my way”

Part of my mothers hand phone number means “prosperity will easily be acquired”

We never cut our food stuffs into four pieces…EVER.

My own mobile states “You live, you will prosper. You die, you will prosper. You live or die, still will fortune is still yours”

One of my important documents has the number “5558”; which although in complete Chinese means “I won’t ever never prosper”. Shocked by my unfortunate luck with numbers when I applied for that document, my auntie has so Bastardised it so accordingly so it reads “Five, five, five, fatt” or in other words… ‘”fai fai fai fatt” in essence would lead to…”Quick fortunes”

I mean…until we had to ROMANISE the bloody number. Legalise it to a half parentage of English. MY GOD.

So now, should I still stick to the Happy Line and pretend that I’m not the least bit bothered with the number ruling my life whenever i give my number away. Then on the other hand I could still save alot of money AND THEN prosper with a mobile line with good rates. Or just look for a way to debauch the number in a foreign language.

It must be that confounded superstitious Chinese New Year bug that’s landing a couple of bites on me

Phew. I’ve just come back from a special dance choreography for Valentines Day. It was something that most of us in the class can put to good use since a number of the ladies in the class had a special someone.

I come home, incredibly contented with today’s class making mental notes to practice my moves to show off at the next event I’m set to dance in. I gaily log in to my IMs to switch my nickname and flank it between icons of hearts because of the Valentine’s day special. I couldn’t wipe that sickening glee all over my face until I scrolled down my list to check who was online.

A myriad of blasphemy and vexation dedicated to the 14th of February have been plastered (some emphasized in Caps) to the nicknames of several friends.Some were guys but amongst them were my other girls who hiss like Medusa’s hydras at the very existence of Valentines day. To them, the cherubs look like stunted fat kids holding weaponry, bouquets will eventually wither and die, and they’d sneer and mock at every couple in amour.

I made several attempts to set some sights in a pleasing direction, I was not going to let a day named after saints and fertility festivals of early civilisation ruin a perfectly good 24 hours (or more) of someone’s life.

Now it wouldn’t make sense for me to send this post out as a guide if I weren’t single myself hmm? Being what I’m about to write about makes the guide a…much more feasible one *winks*

If there is one rule I will live by it’s

Love yourself and you will become lovable

And if there is anything I’m really good at myself, is being a narcissist. Some of you would find me quite endearing by the end of the post
Spoil yourself.

Take this as an excellent time for a makeover for YOURSELF. I’d head down to my favourite Salon and tell my stylist to do go crazy to make me feel gorgeous, I go down to every nail parlor and test out 10 different colours on my finger nails just to get the right shade. There is really nothing more appealing than a girl who feels confident with herself. A girl made that way (and especially if she took the effort to do it by herself) will naturally flaunt it in attractive fashion. I personally plan to come out with a new hair do soon

Silence noisy relatives.

Typical of the Asian Society to have family that just irritate you with the same question over and over again. This time, snicker and sneer at relatives who jeer at you for being single. My personal favourites are “I discovered my lesbian side”, “I can’t seem to find a man with more balls big enough to fit in my hand that’s good enough.” and “I can do whatever I want without reporting to another..can you?” They’ll get the picture. Trust me.

Celebrate Freedom

Relationships are hard work. Celebrate the fact that you’re not committed to someone that you can jump in your own bed of roses. You can do whatever you want, not wasting your time to compromise to where you go for dinner, you don’t have to worry your head out to make sure that everything is ok with another; And just be that beautiful butterfly you are free and without much of a care in just a shirt and a pair of your favourite worn out jeans.

Be INCREDIBLY THANKFUL

Be thankful that you don’t have to spend the evening stuck in a horrid jam (Especially since it’s a working day and the massive KL jam). Be thankful that you don’t have to be potentially cheated by restaurants who are out to kill you that night. Be thankful that you don’t have to spend money on a man. Be thankful that if it was just your luck to receive an awful gift it wouldn’t affect you. Be thankful that you can wear shorts and still not give a damn because you had not have enough time to shave your legs that day. Be thankful you don’t have to stand another hour of dreaded contact lens in your eyes just to look less nerdy to a man. Best of all, BE FREAKING THANKFUL YOU DON’T HAVE TO STRESS YOURSELF UP IF HE DOESN’T PERFORM THAT DAY.

I don’t need a man

Definitely don’t need one to put a smile on my face. I’ve got so many girlfriends, I may just hit the clubs that night with hot single women. Then again I may be tempted to a valentines day gift exchange spree with my closest girlfriends, maybe go shopping and trade compliments on how good we look whilst we try on the latest spring lingerie.

Looking forward to so many firsts

Romance can develop later. I’m really interested in putting myself first, Why tie yourself down when you can make your firsts in the best of situations? Some of the best things aren’t planned. Don’t rush that first kiss, first relationship, first hug, first pillow fight. Me? I’m looking for my first hilarious pick up line at the mamak.

Learn to be happy for others

For my friends who are attached, I indulge in their joy as well, because what makes them happy, seeing them so blissful makes me happy myself. I’ve learnt to be happy for those who are fortunate enough to find someone so kind. Hatred only begets to the darkside

Try to stay in

Living in the Klang Valley, I would prefer to escape all the mayhem that night. I’d rather sit down to watch Romy and Michelle’s High School Reunion, go to the nearest Starbucks to blog or have fun cooking up a storm in the kitchen with friends. Maybe I’ll tah pau Yong Tau Foo. No point going out when everything you do is just going to burn a hole in your wallet or just give you further stress.

Post Valentine day treats…

ON CHOCOLATES! GO SPEND THAT MONEY ON REALLY GOOD DISCOUNTED CHOCOLATES!!!! *CHEERS AND THROWS CONFFETTI IN THE AIR!*

All right, I may have made one or two snide remarks and laughing at people who are succumbing to the overpriced hi-jinx of clever marketing tactics, However;On a very personal note, I feel that it is completely bloody averse to bottle all the love and sincerity for care into one day. Commercialised? Yes. Then again with the waves of flowers, origami, pink and red stationary how can a girl ignore it? I celebrate it myself. But in my own manner or flavoured with a dash of cynicism and a pinch of sarcasm. I should stop writing or I’ll further deface the day when a Saint was Killed!

I’d just make the best of it Now, where did I put my favourite camwhoring camera?

Everybody, meet my crazy, shameless buddy, Raj.

Now you see, Raj is in the local reality show Cornetto Love Perhaps 2. I’m really doing him a favor by pimping him so that he can win, where consequentially, he will owe me BIG TIME and throw a party with me on the VIP guest list. *snicker* After his first bloggers meet today, it’s time for his first Video blog! LOL!

Despite all the immodest antics and behavior in this video, he’s very much down to earth, very real as a person and really is a nice guy thus, he deserves to win. All me and my friends really want on the other hand is an excuse to party…

So take his advice on being a man *ahem*, vote simply by sending your SMS votes as per the column below from starting at (12th Jan 08) 9:45pm to (13th Jan 08)12:45am

We’re so lucky that we have such great mutual understandings as friends. *grin*

My morning starts with a cup of coffee. And because I’m high on it now, I’d like to share the best cup instant coffee known to a Malaysian produced for Thai commercial retail consumption.

I had my first cup of ‘Khao Shong’ when a Thai lady opened up a store and tempted me with a cup off coffee when I walked in zombified. It was an instant pick up and everyone who I’ve brought there to sample that cup of coffee never failed to agree with me ‘How absolutely friggin great that milky coffee was’

When the lady affectionately known as ‘auntie’ to me decided to move to a most inconvenient place in Selayang, I was desperate to know her secret to that piquant perk-up. I sneaked over to the counter striking up conversations about Thailand and lo-behold. Jars and jars of KHAO SHONG COFFEE!

Thus in my recent trip to Bangkok, I went ahead to buy a couple of packets of Khao Shong.

Oh yes I’d even camwhore with a packet of coffee.

There is just something about it’s rich commercial aroma. Flavorful, not too strong with a aroma that hits your senses to the very end of tasting. Remind me to fix you with a cup if you can drop by my humble abode.

Anyone teased, tempted or dare I say tormented to have a cup yet?

I’m going to have to start repairing my shoes if I’m going to attain at least the literal part of the sentence….

Best foot forward.

What a way to start the new year, sorting out my heels and pumps so I can wear more of them.

I’m really lucky to be able to afford so many nice shoes.. and yet…
Urgh. Unfortunately, all my heels have really noisy effects after some wear and tear. The rubber just gives way and thus exposing the screw or metal part or whatever it is that makes my presence know when I walk down the stairs.

It’s unfortunate that one of the local heavily franchised stores famous for shoes (Yes we all probably know which store already since they have an outlet in every major shopping mall in the country) have really nice shoes but really LOUSY RUBBER ATTACHED TO THE HEELS. If any fellow company representatives of that store knows what I am talking about, please go do something about the rubber on the heels. You probably would even recognize some of your designs in the first photo.

I’ve got at least a dozen shoes to take to the cobbler when business resumes after the new year slog.

Does anyone know how much it will cost to just replace the rubber part?

It’s 2008!
Three hours left until the first day of the new year comes to an end in the Malaysian Time Zone. And I’ve spent the first few hours stoning away, partying and just recovering from the after-’syiok’
To much of my horror and surprise. I still have so much backlog events, to-dos, and god knows what to settle in the early of the year. The last few weeks of 2007 have just been abit too much for me to handle. The excitement, the sweeping changes, and adjustments that I had (and still, have) to make for myself and the people around me.
Asides from the fact that 2008 would mark my coming of age to being two dozen years old (which I am somehow not looking forward to) I HAVE SO MANY THINGS AT THE TOP OF MY HEAD AND A POST IT NOTE OF THINGS TO DO A MILE LONG! have some devoirs and duties that I need to settle and new commitments that I’m glad to be a part of.
But right now, I’ve got to clean out my desk, tear down unnecessary idol posters of my younger days from the walls, set a personal cup and coaster on my desk so I’ll drink more water, count how many pairs of high heels that need to be fixed and set a budget for it, write for practical charm, clear out dried up pens and nail polishes that are just doing more than collecting dust, recycle tonnes of used papers, wash bags that have not been used for ages and make good use of them, sort out the plastic and paper bags in the room, get rid of all the unnecessary casings and boxes, throw away bras with crappy padding and replace the current underwear drawer with a better one, wash every corner of where wall meets floor because my maid is a complete imbecile, attempt to fix my PS2, plan to get my Bah Kut Teh fix, sort out and recategorize my accessory collection, order new bust free bras, cook Lainey-cinno a chocolate mousse cake, write thank you notes, plan for my first trip overseas with girlfriends, save up for that trip to Turkey in 2009, Remind myself everyday to train for the next two Marathons for this year, pay up for hosting, open a new bank account, make sure that….. I just have alot to do.

My resolutions have just evolved into a to-do list. If there is a God….God help me.
Anyway, HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!