Of D.A.N.C.E
Help! The Princess can't stop bobbing to this song. Can't get it out of her head.
So 70s disco-like! And look at those shape-shifting t-shirts, way C.O.O.L.
FYI, Justice is a French-duo working the Dance/Electronica field.
So everybody now, let's
Do the D.A.N.C.E.
1 2 3 4 fight
Stick to the B.E.A.T.
Get ready to ignite
You were such a P.Y.T.
Patching all the lights
Just easy as A.B.C.
That's how you make it right
P/S Should you want one of those t-shirts, check out Sold Out
So 70s disco-like! And look at those shape-shifting t-shirts, way C.O.O.L.
FYI, Justice is a French-duo working the Dance/Electronica field.
So everybody now, let's
Do the D.A.N.C.E.
1 2 3 4 fight
Stick to the B.E.A.T.
Get ready to ignite
You were such a P.Y.T.
Patching all the lights
Just easy as A.B.C.
That's how you make it right
P/S Should you want one of those t-shirts, check out Sold Out
Of Oh, Don't Bother, I'm Too Full To Think Of A Title
I AM SO, SO VERY FULL.
Stuffed to my neck. I can't move, I can't sit, I can't breathe. Because I just had an orgasmic lunch courtesy of Joanne. That pompuan can really cook up a feast. There are only 2 of us and the dishes can feed a party. And the food. Oh, the food. So glorious.
Masak lemak nanas dengan ikan masin
(Pineapple in creamy coconut milk with salted fish)
Ayam ponteh (Chicken in black bean sauce)
Sambal belacan
Need I say more? Now try and tell me my gluttony is not justified.
Stuffed to my neck. I can't move, I can't sit, I can't breathe. Because I just had an orgasmic lunch courtesy of Joanne. That pompuan can really cook up a feast. There are only 2 of us and the dishes can feed a party. And the food. Oh, the food. So glorious.
Masak lemak nanas dengan ikan masin(Pineapple in creamy coconut milk with salted fish)
Ayam ponteh (Chicken in black bean sauce)
Sambal belacan
Need I say more? Now try and tell me my gluttony is not justified.
Of Just Because
It was one of the "at the spur of moment" thing. The Princess was cruising along Corniche with a friend of hers when he suddenly asked would she like a dhow ride? A dhow is a traditional Arab sailing vessel. All this while in the Gulf, she hasn't done anything remotely Gulf-like (except for the desert safari), so naturally she agreed. Bearing in mind she's in her sleepwear, she's probably the first person riding a dhow in pajamas.
After much bargaining (she just stood there, she's crap in bargaining), the price and duration of ride were agreed on.
And that precious 20 minutes provided a temporary escape from the maddening world. She left all the worries, commitments and shitload of problems onshore and hop onboard. Under the moonlight, the sea was full of dancing silver threads, reflected by the waves gently making their way to the shore. She took in lungfuls of the tepid air - salty and fishy. The occasional playful mudskippers were making tiny splashes across the water. The engine droned on and on like some tribal drums playing in the background. She was at peace with the world. She stopped making sense of things and just enjoyed the serene, tranquil quietness of the night as the dhow sliced through the waters of the Persian Gulf. For that short time, she slipped away from the world, watching it continue to revolve as a spectator for a change instead of playing one of the many characters. Facing the beautiful skyline of the Corniche, the dhow brought them further and further away from reality. And for that fleeting moment, she actually liked The Sandpit.
And then the dhow hit the shore and they're back to Earth. Pesky little thing, reality.
After much bargaining (she just stood there, she's crap in bargaining), the price and duration of ride were agreed on.
And that precious 20 minutes provided a temporary escape from the maddening world. She left all the worries, commitments and shitload of problems onshore and hop onboard. Under the moonlight, the sea was full of dancing silver threads, reflected by the waves gently making their way to the shore. She took in lungfuls of the tepid air - salty and fishy. The occasional playful mudskippers were making tiny splashes across the water. The engine droned on and on like some tribal drums playing in the background. She was at peace with the world. She stopped making sense of things and just enjoyed the serene, tranquil quietness of the night as the dhow sliced through the waters of the Persian Gulf. For that short time, she slipped away from the world, watching it continue to revolve as a spectator for a change instead of playing one of the many characters. Facing the beautiful skyline of the Corniche, the dhow brought them further and further away from reality. And for that fleeting moment, she actually liked The Sandpit.
And then the dhow hit the shore and they're back to Earth. Pesky little thing, reality.
Of 123, 456, 7Ate9
Managed to catch up with Ken Lee while The Princess was staying over in her super short KL. Decided to meet up at 7Ate9 and The Princess' sister dropped by with her BF as well. Her sis tapau-ed some pasar malam food for her. It's been ages since she last set foot in pasar malam. Rindu giler sial.
See, Ken Lee got herself a bang too!
No lar, she's staying because of "Agung head", that bitch, not because of me.
7Ate9 is a nice place to hang out with friends and have good conversation without shouting halfway across the planet. Good drinks menu with simple choices of light food should you need something to nibble with your drinks. The wine was not even delivered and they started camwhoring already. Hopeless.
See, Ken Lee got herself a bang too!
Cheese and fruits platter to go with the wine
That guy with super thick, red lips is Princess' sister's BF.
Eat your heart out, Angeline Jolie
Nicely getting a flush after only a glass or two of wine.
Memang cannot make it.
See this cute girl below? She decided to stay another 2 months in The Sandpit to accompany The Princess. Tee hee.
No lar, she's staying because of "Agung head", that bitch, not because of me.
Of Infinity My Foot
I swear I would burn down Infinity Salon in One Utama if I could. Damn furious lor. The Princess blindly walked into this salon which is supposed to be Dry Cut but turned out another tenant has taken over. So she happily sat down and requested for wash, blow, dry and fringe trimming.
The shampoo job was horrible. So horrible she couldn't describe in words. The guy was like tugging at every single strand of her hair. And massaging the scalp with a sick face on his face, with a deluded face that thinks The Princess was actually enjoying it. It was fucking painful OK. So she sounded him off and he gave her the look.
And the fringe. That same guy cut my fringe. How can you be both the shampoo guy AND the hairstylist? See, fringe is a tricky business. Good hairstylist will make a good job but a poor one will just turn you into one of The Three Stooges. I fucking ended up like some girl from kampung OK.
Steer clear of Infinity Salon. It might just cause you infinitegrieve grief.
The shampoo job was horrible. So horrible she couldn't describe in words. The guy was like tugging at every single strand of her hair. And massaging the scalp with a sick face on his face, with a deluded face that thinks The Princess was actually enjoying it. It was fucking painful OK. So she sounded him off and he gave her the look.
And the fringe. That same guy cut my fringe. How can you be both the shampoo guy AND the hairstylist? See, fringe is a tricky business. Good hairstylist will make a good job but a poor one will just turn you into one of The Three Stooges. I fucking ended up like some girl from kampung OK.
Steer clear of Infinity Salon. It might just cause you infinite
Of Jetlag Is A Bitch
You know what's the most irritating thing that could happen?
Being in a nice tropical island for layover, getting so exhausted from all the sightseeing and water activities, falling asleep the moment you hit the pillow and waking up at 4 in the morning and have trouble falling asleep thereafter.
That is why The Princess is blogging and drinking Bintang beer at such ungodly hour. The only consolation is breakfast starts at 6. Now if only she could patiently sit through that 2 hours before running amok in the hotel lobby.
Update:
What happened when one didn't sleep the night before, sat for 1.5 hrs in a bumpy journey up the mountain, went white water rafting for 2 hrs and fucking climbed a few hundred steps (not kidding) after that before taking another 1.5 hrs journey back to the hotel?
You ended up limper than a bunch of 60-year-olds sunbathing naked on Bali beach, that's what happened.
Being in a nice tropical island for layover, getting so exhausted from all the sightseeing and water activities, falling asleep the moment you hit the pillow and waking up at 4 in the morning and have trouble falling asleep thereafter.
That is why The Princess is blogging and drinking Bintang beer at such ungodly hour. The only consolation is breakfast starts at 6. Now if only she could patiently sit through that 2 hours before running amok in the hotel lobby.
Update:
What happened when one didn't sleep the night before, sat for 1.5 hrs in a bumpy journey up the mountain, went white water rafting for 2 hrs and fucking climbed a few hundred steps (not kidding) after that before taking another 1.5 hrs journey back to the hotel?
You ended up limper than a bunch of 60-year-olds sunbathing naked on Bali beach, that's what happened.
Happy Birthday, Angie Dear!
Happy Birthday, Angie dear.
I couldn't post up a photo because I realised, gasp, we don't have a photo together!
May whatever your heart desires come true.
May your days be filled with happiness and health.
May your life be surrounded with your loved ones ( a bit tricky now that you're in The Sandpit, but still doable).
May your metabolism sky-rocket so that you can eat whatever you want without putting on a single ounce.
P/S You know what's the best wish you can wish for? Wish that you have 10 more wishes (mustn't be greedy lar) for your disposal, unused wishes can be snowballed to next year with no expiry date (must specify this condition else rugi lar).
I couldn't post up a photo because I realised, gasp, we don't have a photo together!
May whatever your heart desires come true.
May your days be filled with happiness and health.
May your life be surrounded with your loved ones ( a bit tricky now that you're in The Sandpit, but still doable).
May your metabolism sky-rocket so that you can eat whatever you want without putting on a single ounce.
P/S You know what's the best wish you can wish for? Wish that you have 10 more wishes (mustn't be greedy lar) for your disposal, unused wishes can be snowballed to next year with no expiry date (must specify this condition else rugi lar).
Of Touched By Angels
I came back from Tanzania to an empty house....again. Dragged the suitcase into room, took off the uniform and booted the laptop. Melancholy set in.
As I entered the kitchen, a note from my housemate was left together with a parcel.
Diana, this is nasi lemak from Angie.
I opened up the parcel to find rice, sambal ikan bilis, ayam masak merah and acar. Shortly after, Jac came up to deliver butter cake for me.
And for that fleeting moment, I am happy to find that there are still people who DO think of me once in a while.
:)
As I entered the kitchen, a note from my housemate was left together with a parcel.
Diana, this is nasi lemak from Angie.
I opened up the parcel to find rice, sambal ikan bilis, ayam masak merah and acar. Shortly after, Jac came up to deliver butter cake for me.
And for that fleeting moment, I am happy to find that there are still people who DO think of me once in a while.
:)
Of One Legacy, One Destiny
This coming August, Malaysia will celebrate her 50 years of Merdeka. 50 years of independence. We have come a long way since then. From the Japanese occupation to the British colonialization. And of course, the May 13, 1969 race riots incident which has been drilled into the heads of every students studying History since young.
Malaysia.
How I have a love-hate relationship with thee.
I hate that I have to bribe in order to pass my driving test.
I hate that some of our politicians act like a bunch of kids, talking without thinking and passing derogatory remarks.
I hate that my parents are paying taxes but how come potholes are still everywhere.
I hate our Tidak Apa attitude.
I hate that year in year out, stories of straight As students being denied scholarship or places in local universities in their subject of choice still make headlines.
I hate how the politicians kept saying "If you're not happy, then leave" thus sending most of the best brains in the country away.
I hate their thinking that by refusing to discuss social and political problems, the problem will automatically go away.
I hate why we're so forgiving on Sammy Bulu even after all those screw ups.
I hate how unsafe Malaysia has become.
I hate how we keep promoting the many races living in Malaysia in tourism promotion, when frankly, places like Britain and France are truly a melting pot of cultural differences.
I hate it when I say I'm from Malaysia, people will automatically relate ONLY Petronas Twin Tower and Truly Asia about me.
I hate the fact we spent so much money to send astronauts into space only for them to make roti canai and teh tarik in zero gravity.
I hate HSBC Malaysia for charging me the minimum payment on an outstanding debit of 45 cents (I saw the number wrongly, thus paying less) when I have been paying my bills on time.
I hate how stupid and mocking the LRT self service machines look sitting there and not functioning most of the time.
But nevertheless, I love thee with all my heart because this is the place I grow up in. My family, my friends, my childhood, my happy moments, my sad moments all belong to you. Working abroad for these past 2 years has made me realised your beauty despite your shortcomings.
And truth to be told, I'm secretly proud when people break into the Malaysia, Truly Asia jingle whenever I said I'm from Malaysia.
Of course, I still moan about you sometimes (ok, more than sometimes) but you know I have reached a new level of patriotism when I corrected someone yesterday that I'm not Chinese Malaysian, just Malaysian will do, thank you very much.
The next time I fill up form, I will make sure I put Malaysia under the Bangsa section (And risk watching the clerk processing the form looking at me like some idiot).
And while I'm still feeling particularly patriotic today (don't know why, miss home too much kut), I shall post up a series of Petronas ads commemorating our 50 years of Independence before my laziness takes over my patriotism.
Malaysia.
How I have a love-hate relationship with thee.
I hate that I have to bribe in order to pass my driving test.
I hate that some of our politicians act like a bunch of kids, talking without thinking and passing derogatory remarks.
I hate that my parents are paying taxes but how come potholes are still everywhere.
I hate our Tidak Apa attitude.
I hate that year in year out, stories of straight As students being denied scholarship or places in local universities in their subject of choice still make headlines.
I hate how the politicians kept saying "If you're not happy, then leave" thus sending most of the best brains in the country away.
I hate their thinking that by refusing to discuss social and political problems, the problem will automatically go away.
I hate why we're so forgiving on Sammy Bulu even after all those screw ups.
I hate how unsafe Malaysia has become.
I hate how we keep promoting the many races living in Malaysia in tourism promotion, when frankly, places like Britain and France are truly a melting pot of cultural differences.
I hate it when I say I'm from Malaysia, people will automatically relate ONLY Petronas Twin Tower and Truly Asia about me.
I hate the fact we spent so much money to send astronauts into space only for them to make roti canai and teh tarik in zero gravity.
I hate HSBC Malaysia for charging me the minimum payment on an outstanding debit of 45 cents (I saw the number wrongly, thus paying less) when I have been paying my bills on time.
I hate how stupid and mocking the LRT self service machines look sitting there and not functioning most of the time.
But nevertheless, I love thee with all my heart because this is the place I grow up in. My family, my friends, my childhood, my happy moments, my sad moments all belong to you. Working abroad for these past 2 years has made me realised your beauty despite your shortcomings.
And truth to be told, I'm secretly proud when people break into the Malaysia, Truly Asia jingle whenever I said I'm from Malaysia.
Of course, I still moan about you sometimes (ok, more than sometimes) but you know I have reached a new level of patriotism when I corrected someone yesterday that I'm not Chinese Malaysian, just Malaysian will do, thank you very much.
The next time I fill up form, I will make sure I put Malaysia under the Bangsa section (And risk watching the clerk processing the form looking at me like some idiot).
And while I'm still feeling particularly patriotic today (don't know why, miss home too much kut), I shall post up a series of Petronas ads commemorating our 50 years of Independence before my laziness takes over my patriotism.
Good narration
Kasut Gombak. Classic!
Children. Their naivety is so refreshing. Wait for another 10,20 years and they will be jaded just like the rest.
Kenapa saya suka rumah saya? Sebab ia best!
